I haven’t done anything about this. I am constantly bogged down by job-related stress and the emotional rollercoaster ride that my girlfriend puts me through.

I should start making plans, because my apartment doesn’t feel like a refuge anymore. It’s now an extension of work and a constant reminder of unfinished projects. For the next couple of weeks, I’m going to do something decent for my living room and kitchen. I’ll have the money and the time by then.