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Aug 16, 2006 21:28

My dad just took my rental application form to his office to fax it off to Boston, so barring unforseen disaster - and let's hope that there is none for the sake of me not being utterly slain by stress - I think I have a place to live. In Brighton. With two completely random people. So a tentative and still-conditional yay for not being homeless?

La famille is very relieved on my behalf, but I'm still a wired mess of OMG what if it still falls through and I'm right back where I started? Urgh.

I feel a bit sick to my stomach about the whole thing. And my ficathon fics, (Amy??) and my packing, and my OMGFLAAAAAIL! everything else. Not only that, but I'm so wired that I'm having a hard time sitting down or concentrating on anything. It's not a state I get into very often, but as the people who had to put up with me the first day of classes last year should remember, it's not pretty.

Note to self: Add paying SEVIS fee to your to-do list before you totally forget about it, moron.

Must go work on my fic. And maybe attempt to consume some nice calming tea.

Edited to add: I must add that I survived SIR Vernon Staff Golf Day. It was gruesome, but I survived. I've also now put on my Colgate hoodie for added reassurance and comfort and because my shoulders are somewhat sunburnt and I'm cold. It's making me feel a lot better.

l'art de demenager au canada

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