May 18, 2008 05:46
MY FACE IS SO TIRED.
Quarter to six in the morning, and I'm still fucking packing and cleaning this godforsaken room.
I am ready to send all this shit up in flames and spend the rest of my life in the clothes on my back. Material possessions disgust me all of a sudden.
Not to mention that I think I'm going to go into a catatonic state anytime now. The dust and dirt in this room isn't just alarming: it's invincible.
I called my sister up at about 2:45am, to complain about my packing woes and to take a break, and she broke the news to me that she's thinking that she may have ovarian cancer, while also telling me that she's got a billion big parties planned for as soon as I get back into town, respectively making me want to rush home at once, and making me not want to go home at all, ever.
And so in a frenzy of allergy sickness (plus I'm still getting over a stomach flu/virus), and anxiety, I pack and I clean. I can probably get away with breaking out the vacuum cleaner in an hour or two... Is 7am too early to vacuum in a dorm setting?
anxiety,
moving trials,
angst