i think i wrenched something.
my back is all stiff from bending at awkward angles and lifting boxes.
i stink.
i'm covered in dust and grime.
i really stink.
my hair looks like i've been pulled through the underbrush.
the apartment is totally jacked up.
i got a text message from a boy wanting to get together later today/tonight.
there's no way in hell that's going to happen.
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