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[eye_of_a_cat]

Landlords now rearranging furniture. My desk is being moved to somewhere it won't get all that nice natural light, and my bookshelves are being taken down and emptied so they can also be moved elsewhere. I got told about this while on my way out of the door this morning. By tonight, me and my mutilated geranium will be sitting in some dank corner muttering quietly to each other.

At what point can I stop being irrationally annoyed in a funny way, and move on to being genuinely pissed off?