MOTHER. FUCKING. BED BUGS.
fighting with my landlord to get an exterminator to check things out. I can't find a bug, but I got the bites all over me and a stain on my sheets.
Today I learned I have 9 garbage bags of fabrics. And because this fucking apartment building doesn't have enough washers and driers, I get a whole 4.5 hour block a week to do laundry in. Fuck that, I'm going to a laundromat tomorrow.
However, I probably won't have to worry about unpacking half those textiles, because I just applied for an internal job in another city and everyone is acting like I've already got it, so I should be out of here by the end of the summer.