I'm starting to feel bad-tempered. I'm sick and I know I have a huge bottle of ibuprofen in my room, but I can't find it cause the place is a mess. And it would be much easier to find things if I finished unpacking, but I rather don't want to do that until I decide whether I'm actually gonna stay in this house. And I don't want to walk to the corner store because there is white stuff on the ground that makes my feet cold. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! This is all your fault, Monday, you filthy bitch!