last day of work. i have so much to do! i was up and ready to come in at 6:30am and then spent 45 minutes looking for my keys. finally found them under a box. Our house is a Packing Swamp. Black hole. Mess. I'm going to pay someone to move me because I didn't want to ask my friends and i now have too much stuff to carry by myself (bed! i own a bed!).
other than having to leave my lovely, lovely bed at my parents' house i feel fine about all these changes except that last night Simple Minds' "don't you forget about me" came on the radio as i was driving home and i burst into tears.
then started laughing at myself.
but kept crying.
All this wearing sunglasses in the 9:30 dark because my glasses were lost in the Packing Swamp.
And this morning I teared up to Billy Idol's "Dancing with Myself", which is never a good sign but I'll finish this day, have a stiff drink, and tackle the packing and all will be well.
8:31 a.m. - 2006-08-11
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