like a rolling stone
The good news is that i have a one-bedroom in Oakland that I can have my cats at, and move into later this week. I'm anxious that the 401K loan check I'm waiting for will not come in time to finalize this with the landlord on Tuesday as planned. Also, my body hurts and I'm terminally exhausted, making me periodically think "How the hell are you gonna move all your shit on Thursday and Friday?" I know that getting into this apartment will cut down on my free-floating anger and make me a lot saner all around, but I keep seizing up on just how I'm supposed to put one foot in front of the other. Thinking "I want to die" less often would be nice, too.