Moving (better known as trying to kill myself)

Everyone in my old apartment is gone except for Janae, who's at work all the time. This meant that, again, I got to do all the cleaning for the entire apartment (not including the other people's bedrooms, and I didn't do the other bathroom either). Sometime after midnight I just said to myself, I'm done, if this isn't good enough, management can complain to everyone else, but they'd better not complain to me. This morning I woke up to the maintenance guy knocking on the door to switch my door lock over to my new apartment. I ate breakfast (pseudo-lunch, I slept in), and then went over to the new apartment to see when the girl whose room I will be occupying from now on would have her stuff moved out. She wasn't done until 3:30. At 2:30 I started moving my stuff into a different (empty) room, just so I could get started, since we had to be moved out by 6 pm. I was moving things from 2:30 until a little past 6, because I had to move everything I own, plus some stuff Nicole asked me to hang on for her, plus all of Mel's food and some things she forgot, plus some things Shelby forgot, by myself. Oh yeah, up and down a flight of stairs. So my body is just mildly complaining right now. After that, I had to rush back to my apartment and do all the cleaning I couldn't do before because my stuff was in the way (vacuum my room, wash the window and blinds, clean the bed frame and table and desk, and clean the bathroom). Then I waited around for the clean-check people to show up; most of the stuff I took care of passed. I just ate a freezer dinner and now I'm going to relax. I might unpack a little tomorrow, but mostly I think I'll leave it for next weekend, and sleep on the couch tonight (like last night).