So, maybe adopting a puppy right before making an incredibly big move wasn’t the brightest idea I’ve ever had, but the thing’s done now and there’s no undoing it. All I can really do is watch as he destroys what little progress I’m able to make with unpacking my things - something about boxes seems to just trigger an overabundance of excitement. I gave up on unpacking my room after he got himself tangled in the bedsheets as I tried making up the bed. Here’s to hoping that he runs himself ragged soon and turns into a lap pillow so I can unwind without fearing for his life, or the life of my fragile belongings. Anyways, hi, I’m Selena, and I’m the worst when it comes to that thing called timing.