I don't get it
I should be excited or at least, I dunno, have some energy. I don't. The apartment makes me have a panic attack. Financial stuff makes me panic. Just...everything. As soon as it comes time to leave work, I'm utterly drained and have no energy. Some of it is eating crap - I've been reading
merley_edithur 's food posts and downright craving what she's been eating. Some of it is I don't do well at all if it's messy and it's more messy than usual - Jon just re-orged the crap outta the boxes and it's MUCH better. I can function in the living room now, I think. I can't sleep - I wake up constantly worrying about packing or money. I haven't packed anything myself, although I've supervised some of Jon's. He's...all over the place when he packs. I'm systematic more. I want to get the books done this weekend, and my stitching. I suggested we FINISH the office bookshelves, take the IVAR down (since it can be stacked), and stack boxes in here. I know what I need to do but I don't seem to have the energy to do it. I don't remember when I cooked last; Jon's been handling what food we've had. Mostly ok but not as good as if I was doing it. More boxes, less produce. Etc. I'm just...sluggish. And I can't break the cycle and even the thought of doing anything has me panicking.
*sigh*