...but I was alive

when I've made appointments for movers to come see the apartment so that I'm not sitting around in a pink silk nightgown with a bright blue clay masque on my face when they come.

Because that situation results in me: sitting dumbfounded when the door bell rings, realising why the doorbell is ringing, running into my room panicked, throwing on sweatpants and putting a shirt on backwards and realising that it's see-through and then quickly, fueled by adrenaline, running to the bathroom and washing like hell to get the blue masque of my face.

Just something to remember for the future.