For the past two weeks I have been living out of boxes and bags. My apartment has been in a state of upheaval since the exterminator came and has remained that way because they were due back for a two-week follow up appointment. I am proud to say that we got a clean bill of space today. There was no evidence of bugs and we were declared more prepared for extermination than 95% of their customers. There's something to feel good about - I know how to prepare my apartment for pest extermination.

You have no idea how stressful it has been having my roommate and her boyfriend sleeping on the futon in the living room every night for two weeks. Not to mention that everything I own is in the living room and just to find a particular outfit or piece of jewelry has been a half hour endeavor. I've been unmotivated to clean the apartment. In my bedroom, where all of my furniture is in the same position, but pushed away from the wall and into the center of the room about a foot and a half, I have woken up with the disconcerting feeling that the walls are closing in.

I have even suffered a casualty - my plant from my cousin's wedding earlier this summer. They were given to each guest in teeny tiny pots and were just barely budding leaves. Mine had grown to over a foot tall and had been replanted into successively bigger pots finally ending up in one huge one. Though we moved the plant out of the apartment during the extermination, on the way back in, I accidentally dropped the pot and it shattered, spilling dirt and plant all over the floor. I picked the poor traumatized greenery back up and repotted it, but it just hasn't been the same since. Well, at least there are no bugs in the apartment.
  ¶ 3:45 PM