What does it stay when you have nightmares--the first proper ones you've had in years--about moving an endless stack of boxes in a limited period of time and accidentally blowing up a wall trying to get it clean and realizing there's no way in hell you can fix that before you're supposed to be out of this apartment, but you frantically try to put all the tile shards back together with glue anyway?

...shut up. They were scary at the time. ._.

Three-day weekend, woot.