So I moved apartments this weekend which is universally known as the worst thing to happen to a human in their lifetime. However, it was my first time hiring professional movers and it made the task massively easier. Although I felt like a dum-dum standing around while I watched people move my things. But that's why I was paying them big bucks. I was conflicted, is what I'm saying.
It was also the reason there was no beauty post yesterday. I had every intention of writing a post Sunday night and after assembling an entire kitchen table and 4 chairs, I just really needed to turn off my brain and eat some Popeyes. And that I did. Mmmmm, feelings.
