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I resent being pushed to extremes by another's laziness.
I resent being told that they're 'too tired', and then have them run off for the weekend to do a reenacting event.
I resent being forced to live in another's cluttersprawl.
I resent being forced to take an active role in the cleaning of the lazy person's bedroom just so that I can put order to the rest of the apartment.
I resent being relegated to the bottom of the totem pole, my living space demolished, because I'm not even <ON that person's priority list.
I resent the fact that nothing ever gets done unless I become a raging madwoman.
I resent being shoved into that raging state while grief is the dominant emotion in my heart.

Ten months. I can move on then, provided I can cover the expenses. Ten months. I can get away from someone so selfish as to care nothing for the inconvenience and hassle they cause by their negligence. Ten months. It's become my mantra.

The icon is the cover of Ronnie James Dio's Angry Machines album. It suits especially well.

And now if you'll excuse me, I need to go assemble the storage racking for (today, not-) Sleeping Booby, so that I can toss four more totes/boxes filled with her shit into her bedroom.

EDIT
DONE - Carve path to her closet.
DONE - Measurements, retrieve panels.
DONE - Assemble racking, move to her closet.

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The cube racking, four cubes high and three cubes wide, fit snugly into Megan's left-hand closet. And then I emptied two 45 gallon tubs worth of her clothes into it. Yah, empty tubs. The problem is that her clothes are actually the SMALL part of the stuff that's got to go into her room. I'm out of the racking pieces, so I can't build another set over by her window for the fabric. Anyone know where I can filch a bunch of gift certs for Bed, Bath, & Beyond?

On the plus side of things, she came in and went pretty much straight to bed. And she'll be gone nearly all day again tomorrow, which'll give me some time to clean up properly, wear out a couple razor blades (as in defoliation, so relax), and maybe settle into the tub for a nice long soak.

My mood is... erratic. I've already been told once today that trying to keep track of my mood has worn a couple people out. *shakes her head* It's not something I seem to be able to help. It's complicated by there being distance and disonance in places where there should be warmth; it's beyond my power to fix, so all I can do is keep moving. It's just a rough time for foundations to be shifting on me, given that I'm already badly off balance.

In the end, I'll do what I've always done: try to minimize the collateral damage and keep trudging forward. And off I go.