The Brit is in New York for the week.
Our flat feels like I am in a giant game of Takeshi's Castle or 3D Tetris - getting anywhere is nigh impossible when you have to pole vault from the bathroom, over a series of boxes, to get to the bed.
I got sick. Everyone in my immediate vicinty at work is.
And the Breaking Bad finale happens this Sunday, which means life is literally coming to an end.
Besides actually moving on Monday, I'm finding it hard not to sink into a complete depression to be fair.
Sidenote: Has anyone else actually started to consider meth production as a viable source of additional income? Because I have considered this lately. Bills, bills, bills.