It's only 1:33 and I've moved/unpacked my first round of stuff.
Which didn't even make a dent. The apartment still looks entirely cavernous. Except for the kitchen, which I think is coming together rather nicely with minimal effort. This is because A: We have no real kitchen tools/food yet, and B: It's the size of a small closet, doesn't take much decorating.
So now I'm back in Carver trying to figure out what to do with myself until Policecop gets out of work. Restless and wishing I could go furniture shopping. But I can not. So I ate cookies instead, and they weren't even that good.