This apartment is driving me batty. I've reached my limit with living underground. It feel trapped, like I'm suffocating. I feel like I'm ready to burst out my skin. It's driving me batty.

I'll be fine. I'm moving in 29 days (yikes!). My apartment is going to become a bigger mess before it ever gets better. I know this. But it's just driving me insane.

And it's really bothering me when people say, "I didn't realize you were *so* miserable here." Despite the tone of this post, I'm not miserable in Toronto. There's a difference between not being thoroughly happy and being miserable and that implication that I'm sitting at home crying in my coffee is bother me. A lot.

Please excuse the whiney tone of this post. I'm tired and stressed. sigh.