Sort of moved in a little bit yes
Everything feels like it's five feet away. I don't feel like I'm even in my own body, or in my head. I feel disoriented, dizzy and tired. My eyes were aching and shutting them felt so good I just tried to "nap" or close my eyes whenever I could. It's not necessarily pain, I don't know even if I'm registering sensory input properly (at least not sights or sounds, touching and feeling things has been going okay).
I'm tired of feeling physically shitty. I need to get out of this motherfucking house.
Speaking of the word Motherfucker, last night I saw Motherfucking Snakes on a Motherfucking Plane. I thought it would be a crappy movie and not really that entertaining at all, but it was good entertainment. It was not a "high quality" movie like say Hotel Rwanda, however, I was entertained for the amount of money I spent. I mean for something that started out as an April Fool's joke, it's a pretty fucking good movie.
Anyway, we moved all my big shit in today. I thought Amanda didn't want my bureau to come but apparently it doesn't matter so I have to bring that tomorrow. I moved in the a/c unit, the tv, the fridge, the microwave, my ladder (which I might take back, I'm not sure) the drying rack. It was all possible thanks to Kyle, who traded his car with my mom's van, then helped me load my shit, drove, then helped me unload all that shit.
Now my chest is in pain. Wtf is wrong with me? I have to be sick with something. I am on my last nerve here. It feels like rodents are nibbling at the back of my brain (occipital lobe). The muscles in my chest, my breasts and my lungs are sore now. I give up. I'm sick of being sick/feeling like crap.
I'm tired of feeling physically shitty. I need to get out of this motherfucking house.
Speaking of the word Motherfucker, last night I saw Motherfucking Snakes on a Motherfucking Plane. I thought it would be a crappy movie and not really that entertaining at all, but it was good entertainment. It was not a "high quality" movie like say Hotel Rwanda, however, I was entertained for the amount of money I spent. I mean for something that started out as an April Fool's joke, it's a pretty fucking good movie.
Anyway, we moved all my big shit in today. I thought Amanda didn't want my bureau to come but apparently it doesn't matter so I have to bring that tomorrow. I moved in the a/c unit, the tv, the fridge, the microwave, my ladder (which I might take back, I'm not sure) the drying rack. It was all possible thanks to Kyle, who traded his car with my mom's van, then helped me load my shit, drove, then helped me unload all that shit.
Now my chest is in pain. Wtf is wrong with me? I have to be sick with something. I am on my last nerve here. It feels like rodents are nibbling at the back of my brain (occipital lobe). The muscles in my chest, my breasts and my lungs are sore now. I give up. I'm sick of being sick/feeling like crap.