One of those red letter days...
Ever have one of those days where you're simply sure that a cosmic force somewhere is taking a crap on you? (And no, this is not a trick question, the update is going to be about my such encounter with such a day
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I don't think I've gotten a good night's sleep in a month and a half (ever since I've started moving). Taking things box by box over in my frickin' explorer up 3 flights of stairs? Yeah, bad idea. Next time, I'll pay out the ass for someone to do it for me.
That's besides the fact that all I seem to do is argue with my boyfriend figure and he's leaving for five weeks, my cats are still freaked out about the new place and climb all over me every single night, disrupting Amber's lullaby time, the work's hours have gotten killer, I'm taking medicine that makes me moody as fuck (but at least that's only until July 26, when I'm done with this whole donation thing), I can't find any man-hands to help with the last boxes I can't lift, I'm supposed to be teaching a class in a month and a half and know nothing about what I'm teaching, and I'm getting ready to get sick from the stress, but mom and dad's insurance dropped my brother and I by mistake, so until they fix it or until August (when UofL starts paying my insurance), I can't go to the doctor. And that's beside the point of the fact that I can't take other meds with the meds I'm currently on.
I'm surprised I still have hair and low blood pressure.
And feel free to vent all you want. Our DM is coming Friday, and our store is a fucking disaster. And my books look terrible, so guess who's taking work HOME with them without pay sometime this week?
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