Jul 03, 2012 08:03
Moving is totally the pits. Definitely one of those times I wish I did things the right way and had a car or felt the need to rent a truck or something. The place where I'm housesitting is all of seven blocks away, though, and so I felt like I could do it just with the help of friends. We'll see how that treats me.
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The anniversary of my father's death was two weeks ago. I didn't post at the time because I didn't really have too much time in front of the computer. That's kind of a theme, of late. Also, check this out: that Thursday was my friend's memorial. Friday was the anniversary. And on Saturday I found out another friend died. What the hell, right? So glad June is over.
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That Friday was also J's birthday. Things on that front are going splendidly. Like, scarily so. I told her the other night about how I don't know how to deal sometimes cause this feels so awesome and almost ideal. She agreed. Life is weird.
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It's eight in the morning and I've been up for two hours cleaning. I still have about a box's worth of stuff to pack up. A friend and minivan should be here around noon. I got three or so hours of terrible sleep and tonight is a show and camping. We'll see if I make it or not.
moving,
death,
bullshit feelings