moving sucks.

It's nearly 10 and the movers are still here with lots to do. Nothing fits right in my room, we don't have curtains or a fridge until who knows when and once the movers finish here we still have to go back to the old house and move some more stuff ourselves. Taylor's allergies are crazy bad, everyone's exhausted, hungry and gross and goddamn I just want this day to be over. I want to hurry up with the unpacking in hopes to make this place a bit more homey, but what's even happening with my room? This house feels so small and claustrophobic. Guuuh, this day just needs to end.