Little stressed
Moving is not so fun. I don't mind, but I'm becomming a little stressed about everything. I need to get all this damned furniture out of my apartment, finish packing, clean, and see folk. Then drive home and unload and figure out what the hell I'm doing for New Year's. Hopefully it'll just go lickity split fast today. I plan on packing and cleaning the whole apartment so I don't have to worry about it tomorrow. I just need to get that damned furniture out. Argh. Oh, well. I'll make it work somehow. I have too much shit. Made my resume today and sent it to my uncle who is gonna try and find something for me up in Chicago. Haven't done anything all week for grad school stuff, argh. I'm fucking done. Do I get a break?! I know I'm complaining about worthless shit that won't matter in a few days, but this sucks.