Got a fever yesterday. This amidst stretching myself to my absolute limits. And having no insurance, go figure. Not that I ever see a doctor for a fever. I'm just thinking if it turns into something else. But yeah, so packing, getting rid of stuff, origami, stuff, argh, this sucks, being sick, hafta do 100 things, arrr. And what's wrong with people? If you ordered 190 origami butterflies, don't email me and say you only received 190 butterflies not 200. Um, you didn't order 200.

The company will put us up in a serviced apartment for one month. It's here. Seeing as how I don't believe any stalkers are reading my blog, I think it's cool to post that. I'm just so not used to this kind of treatment. It's weird. And good.