i am moving apartments tomorrow. i don’t have boxes. i’m sleep deprived. i am just gonna pony up the dough and have the moving guys pack up my shit. i hate to do it, but there’s this thing called physics:
the measure of disorganization or degradation in the universe that reduces available energy, or tendency of available energy to dwindle. chaos, opposite of order.
that explains my condition.
chaos, opposite of order. … AAHHHHHH