I wonder how long it’s possible to live out of big black contractor bags full of clean underwear and clothes? Because I’m totally going to find out, at this rate. It’s not even (entirely) that I’m being lazy about unpacking - I decided to leave my crappy, broken dresser at the old apartment and I haven’t bought a new one yet, so even if I wanted to put my clothes away, there isn’t anywhere for them to live. But I’ll manage. I’m a philosophy student, we’re a resourceful bunch.

Today I’d intended to spend all my time finishing up some reviews and miscellaneous freelance work owed to various overlords, but I spent more of it reading the books I’m supposed to be reviewing (which is still probably a good idea), knitting, and doing some half-assed unpacking. There’s always tomorrow.