Man vänjer sig.

Finally, I have performed the final cleaning (yesterday with the invaluable help of thette and Anna WINOLJ), locked the door for the last time (not without some sadness; after all I've lived there for five and a half years) and handed in my keys. If Botkyrkabyggen are not satisfied will with my cleaning, I'm going to tell them to just hire a professional and give me the bill. I'm completely fed up now, and will gladly pay up to a couple of thousand just to never have to bother with Alby again.

If I wasn't too tired to feel much at all, I would be happy now. I guess I will be after I've had some serious rest. (And a bath. I think I smell pretty bad today.)

Thank you to everyone who helped me, by encouraging words or back-breaking deeds; I couldn't have done it without you.

Also, today it is 11 years since I moved into my first one-room flat in Uppsala, next door to zrajm (and, incidentally, 11 years since Foetus played in Gävle; I was there). Time flies like a banana, or whatever he said.

EDIT:
I don't really like this mood icon for "exhausted". Looks more like "drunk" to me.

EDIT 071106:
Fixed typo.