My weekend....future and thus far.
Ok...I didn't get much sleep Thursday night, didn't lay down til 4, got a phone call that wound up upsetting me, then couldn't sleep, managed to grab a coupla hours before a ringing phone woke me up but it was good news so that's ok! Did some errands to prepare for the move, took Michael to work, dropped Addie off with my mom, had a scary finger cutting incident, drove home...spent half the day sweating in traffic, ready to kill people. Got home, tried to work out some plans for tommorrow, went to a concert, stopped by a friend's. picked Michael up, went home, "relaxed", got online for a bit, talked to an ex who became the ex by just up and disappearing. Closure is always nice. Now, I'm halfassed cleaning/packing. Well, I bust ass when I'm working, but stopping every half hour for a smoke break is killer. :/
Tommorrow...er...today since I'm not going to bed, Bri and R are showing up at the unholy hour of nine to start moving the big stuff. R volunteered to help, and even though I said everything I could short of "no." he's sticking by his commitment, as much as he can since he has to work at noon. Two trips should take care of it all, I'm hoping. Then I'll do laundry, and unpack. As for my evening....
Here's what I would *like* to happen:
-R gets off at five, he'll run home, change and shower, then I'll pick him up and we'll go to this housewarming party thing at a friend's pad, then go home, hang out, and I can go back to Doug's and sleep in my own bed...all by myself....which makes me ECSTATIC. I'm sick of the fucking couch.
What will probably happen:
R will bail on the party, I'll go, get smashed and pass out on the couch. :)
Some point on Sunday I'll go get Addie, drop her off at Michael's and find something/one to do Sunday night. :D
Monday I have testing for my new job....25 wpm with 65% accuracy? Ummm, I think so. ;) Then I'll pick Addie up, take Michael to work, go back to his place and gather more crap. I have to pick him up every night this week. *vomit* After this though, he's on his own.
I'm tired, coming down, and rambling. Sorry.
Wish me luck tommorrow that no one winds up in jail. Having my two best guy friends around my ex who neither one of them is fond of....who also wants to bounce back and forth between begging me to stay and telling me I'm ruining his life is a catastrophe waiting to happen.
Tommorrow...er...today since I'm not going to bed, Bri and R are showing up at the unholy hour of nine to start moving the big stuff. R volunteered to help, and even though I said everything I could short of "no." he's sticking by his commitment, as much as he can since he has to work at noon. Two trips should take care of it all, I'm hoping. Then I'll do laundry, and unpack. As for my evening....
Here's what I would *like* to happen:
-R gets off at five, he'll run home, change and shower, then I'll pick him up and we'll go to this housewarming party thing at a friend's pad, then go home, hang out, and I can go back to Doug's and sleep in my own bed...all by myself....which makes me ECSTATIC. I'm sick of the fucking couch.
What will probably happen:
R will bail on the party, I'll go, get smashed and pass out on the couch. :)
Some point on Sunday I'll go get Addie, drop her off at Michael's and find something/one to do Sunday night. :D
Monday I have testing for my new job....25 wpm with 65% accuracy? Ummm, I think so. ;) Then I'll pick Addie up, take Michael to work, go back to his place and gather more crap. I have to pick him up every night this week. *vomit* After this though, he's on his own.
I'm tired, coming down, and rambling. Sorry.
Wish me luck tommorrow that no one winds up in jail. Having my two best guy friends around my ex who neither one of them is fond of....who also wants to bounce back and forth between begging me to stay and telling me I'm ruining his life is a catastrophe waiting to happen.