Is it a good thing or a bad thing that Visa saw fit to automatically and dramatically increase my credit limit? Probably bad.
My bedroom feels like a claustrophobic hot hole right now, on account of all the boxes stacked up everywhere, the flat-packed Ikea furniture, and the general mountains of stuff that have been accumulating in preparation for The Move.
How am I supposed to manage a red-eye flight, moving all my stuff across the city into the new apartment, and starting a new job all within forty-eight hours of each other?
