I spent the evening last night packing up all my food and plants and medicines and anything else I thought might be negatively affected by the poison gas that is probably being pumped into my apartment right now, and imposing myself on my friends. Fun, fun, fun.

But it doesn't stop there. Tonight and tomorrow night, I get to sleep in someone else's house and eat their food (it's a different place than where my food went) and mess up their morning routine.

And then on Saturday, I get to pick up all my stuff again and move it back into my apartment. Again. For the second time in a month.

Oh, and the place currently looks ransacked, since I had to open every cabinet, closet, and drawer, as well as take the lids off of or open every box in my apartment this morning. All that's missing is clothes and papers all over the floor. Ooh, wait, those are always all over the floor.

This has stressed me out much more than I would have expected it to and I want to be angry at someone, but there's no one to be angry at except the termites, and they're suffering enough for what they've done.

I'm lucky to have the friends I do, though, who will be much less bothered by my impositions than I will be by imposing.