I hate moving. It is tedious and time-consuming.

 Cardboard boxes, debris, and children are all over the damn place. Tripping on random toys, I'm half tempted to pay someone to do it for me; but it tacks on additional two grand to moving costs. As it is, moving four hours away is going to cost me more than what I make in a month. Who needs it.

Good idea purge it all away.

And I'm tired. Drove my sig other to urgent care because his sciatica flared up. Slapped a lidocaine patch on his ass and called it good.

T minus two weeks before we need to vacate and everyone's crapping out, gripped by constant stress, the subsequent adrenaline dump, ADHD, and resultant avolition.

 There just isn't enough caffeine or stimulants...

Blasting music isn't motivating me to get off my bottom either.

Just Ugh.