I guess I shouldn't post hungover, either
TMI in that last entry. not like anyone who reads this I wouldn't divulge everything to, anyway.
things are happening fast. I feel like it's all being balanced on my fingertips and could easily slip out of control at any moment. and I know the hormones are contributing to this. part of me keeps saying "fuck it, do whatever you want to do right now, your time here is running out." another part is grasping responsibility and guilt and fear so tight that I sometimes get an ectopic beat or two when I lie in bed at night or read on the manifested couch.
making lists helps. if only I could make one for next week instead of blindly wondering if I'll be able to donate earlier than planned.
today: hopefully get my China visa in the mail. fucking Fed-Ex. see Fantastic Mr. Fox with Roomie Dan & Phil.
Wednesday: labs in the morning, climb with Emrah? pack. CBC?
Thursday: climb with Climbing Scott, Make it New?, make dal.
Friday: pick up rental truck (try not to have a panic attack while driving it from Allston to Cambridge), move hope chest to parents' house, PACK.
Saturday: drive to NYC with Greg, unpack, drop off truck, plans???
Sunday: go back to Boston at some point
M-T: ????????? egg donation
Friday: party
Saturday: last roomie brunch, take rest of belongings to NYC
Sunday: p.o.
plus last night I finally got some paperwork from Cornell. now I have 2 books to pick up at lunch & I have to find out my lab coat size. AND I still need a digital photo for my Cambodia e-visa. AND I still need to sell my bed/desk/laptop. OY to the VEY.
I really wish the donation could've taken place much, much earlier. stupid feet dragging intended parents.
early labs tomorrow means up at 5 to work out.
later days
things are happening fast. I feel like it's all being balanced on my fingertips and could easily slip out of control at any moment. and I know the hormones are contributing to this. part of me keeps saying "fuck it, do whatever you want to do right now, your time here is running out." another part is grasping responsibility and guilt and fear so tight that I sometimes get an ectopic beat or two when I lie in bed at night or read on the manifested couch.
making lists helps. if only I could make one for next week instead of blindly wondering if I'll be able to donate earlier than planned.
today: hopefully get my China visa in the mail. fucking Fed-Ex. see Fantastic Mr. Fox with Roomie Dan & Phil.
Wednesday: labs in the morning, climb with Emrah? pack. CBC?
Thursday: climb with Climbing Scott, Make it New?, make dal.
Friday: pick up rental truck (try not to have a panic attack while driving it from Allston to Cambridge), move hope chest to parents' house, PACK.
Saturday: drive to NYC with Greg, unpack, drop off truck, plans???
Sunday: go back to Boston at some point
M-T: ????????? egg donation
Friday: party
Saturday: last roomie brunch, take rest of belongings to NYC
Sunday: p.o.
plus last night I finally got some paperwork from Cornell. now I have 2 books to pick up at lunch & I have to find out my lab coat size. AND I still need a digital photo for my Cambodia e-visa. AND I still need to sell my bed/desk/laptop. OY to the VEY.
I really wish the donation could've taken place much, much earlier. stupid feet dragging intended parents.
early labs tomorrow means up at 5 to work out.
later days