Oh gawd, tomorrow, and I feel like nothing's going to get done on time. I keep saying it will, "toughest up the back stretch" and all that, but I'm so tired and so deflated and discouraged. I'll get as much done as I can, I just wish the clog in the bathroom sink would sod off, and that the fridge wasn't a total disaster. I think the sink pipes in the bathroom have developed a leak, too. Oh goodie. Can't describe how jovial I am about that one. This place is such a bloody disaster. I should just move out.