I AM MOVING AND I AM THE LAST ONE TO KNOW. I mean, I knew I was moving, but it was always planned for the weekend. Then at the last minute I'm leaving three days ahead of schedule and I'm not even packed yet.
Why do parents love dropping this crap on you and then pretending it's all your fault, and/or treating you like a FREAK when you break down crying in front of them because you're already way more stressed out than any human being should have to handle?
I did a bunch of color palette challenges today, so I'm going to assemble those into a collage and pt them up, but you can't expect to see much of me after that, even though I have my laptop back (and fully fixed!) now. I'll be packing in a hurry, then visiting relatives and settling down for several days. Thank you for putting up with me, you guys.
And now for calm-down-time, may I offer you this kitty marching band in this trying time?