Well, I'm not being lazy now, that's for sure. But either my anxiety is through the roof or there's something wrong with my stomach. It just doesn't feel right. May have something to do with the lack of sleep, although I don't feel particularly tired right now. I just can't get a clear head.
I'd normally blog this sort of thing, but I've already made enough repetitive moving entries over there to bore everyone in the entire blogging world. So I'm going to vent here if nobody minds.
I've got the kitchen and bathroom done. Amazingly, everything except the microwave fits into one single box. It's a pretty large box, but still. When I said I lived in a shoebox, I wasn't kidding. So, anyway, I have two rooms left. One is the bedroom, and I can't anticipate that being all that difficult. It's mostly clothes. I'm leaving all my music stuff behind with my friend and will come get all that later. That leaves only clothes, and the boxes in the closet. That closet is my only closet and it's absolutely packed. Most of the boxes weren't even
opened when I moved here so I guess it won't be that hard. I'll just seal and stack them. But it's more work than it sounds. The hard part is the living room. There's an entertainment center and a computer. Some of the computer stuff they'll move and some they won't. Either way, I have to sort it all out and there are a MILLION things connected to it. And I definitely want them to move the desk it sits on. Or you know what? I may leave the thing here and just get a new one in Dallas. But the entertainment center goes, and that's daunting. And there's just a million little things, you know?
I've put in two hours of work on what I thought would be a four hour job. This is going to go deep into the night and I haven't had much sleep. I should've stuck to my plan above. Sleep, then wake up in the middle of the night to do all this. It's too late now. I don't feel well and I almost want to cry. And I NEVER cry.
Nobody has to respond to this. It's just me venting, that's all.
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