So I am still alive. Still very tired and stressy, but alive.

No boxes have really been unpacked yet, because I managed to bruise my sternum really badly the day after we got here, making all motions involved in unpacking boxes very painful. It hurts when I hiccup. It's getting better, though, so... hopefully soon?

I have an office again. I have... a desk? It is still not the desk I need, and I have given up attempting to get it from these people. While not as wobbly as the first desk, it's still shaky enough that I would be leery of putting my desktop on it even if I could. Which I cannot, because it has an upper platform that is too low for my monitor to fit under.

At this point, I'm not surprised, but very frustrated. I have told them multiple times exactly what kind of desk I need and why, they've seen my computer, aaand they still shove the first thing they can find at me.

But whatever. What the fuck ever. There is a place for my desktop in the living room, so I can at least use it for video games. I can continue using my laptop to write until we can afford getting me a new desk actually suitable to my needs (though that puts the screen so low that it's kind of hard for me to not hunch over it while I'm working, and... ow...). Who fucking knows when that will be, but it's the best we're going to get right now.

At least the dogs enjoy the yard. We have a TV again, so I get my desktop back. And we have a guest room, for when thebonesofferalletters comes over or we want to kidnap our girlfriend from Texas or whatever. One day... These are good things.