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My bowels are angry, as if I have offended a vengeful wizard.

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The slow, gradual unfuckening of my apartment continues. I really should have gotten more done, but I'm glad with the progress I have made. Three loads of laundry, one load of dishes, a large garbage bag full of trash, some boxes emptied and... hm. Well actually that's about it, except for some seeds I planted. But it's something.

Tomorrow the kitten loses her uterus and I get my hairs cut.