Right now I am sitting in my room in the dark, and yes, it's a mess in here but it's *my mess*. I love this room. I love where I live right now. I don't want to not live here for three months. I don't want to not live here again. I want to stay right where I am for the duration. Dammit.
I've made a list of the things I have to do today: Number 1) Get over yourself. 2) Boxes: you need them. 3) Place your belongings into these boxes. 4) Seriously? Get over yourself.
Things I have to do by Monday:

In conclusion: fuck the sunlight, fuck everything I own, and fuck moving. I hate to move. I hate to pack. I am a ball of hate, and if a ball of white light did descend from on high in my presence, it would probably erupt into flames and run back to on high, whimpering.
Cheer me up by telling me something good. Or something. I don't know. Do a thing. I'm going to be over here, raging against the dying of the light or whatever.