Tonight's the last night of my lease. Those of us that're left will be kicked out tomorrow at ten AM, bright and... semi-early. And no, I'm not packed yet. I'm working on it. I tried to take a picture of the bomb site that is my room, but my camera died.
I'm kind of freaking out. Not too much, but I'm hungry and all the food has been binned and I'm tired because it's three in the morning, and it's not really making for the best mental state at the moment.
And even if I was packed at this precise moment in time, I'd still have to vacuum and dust. Gaaahhh.
Kincaid's Court, it's been... interesting. Both disgusting and the best year of my life thus far.
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