This person will self destruct in 5...4....3....2.....

So I'm sitting in the floor of my bedroom. Looking out into the living room. That is a complete disaster area. I'm packing (alone) and trying to clean (alone) and I just feel tired. That could have something to do with the fact that I worked last night, haven't slept, and have to work tonight. (BTW: Big had a family emergency, so that's why he's not helping, otherwise, I'm sure he would. I'd make him. See?) Anyway, I have two weeks from Monday to be done enough to get this crap out of here and into the new place so that I will have time to clean and whatnot. I want that deposit back so bad I can taste it.

I think I realized why I enjoy reading Laura's Lens. No, it has nothing to do with a latent obsession with the first lay thing. Nonono... none of that. I'm gettin' more than my share of lovin' thank you very much, but she really reminds me of my friend Alana. (well, at least I think she's still my friend) We really haven't spoken in a long time, but she is very artistic, a lovely writer, and she's always reading something very intellegent and beautiful. I always wished I could be more like her, but alas, I'm a hardass. And there are time constraints involved in being a hardass. Its horrible that I don't even have the time to boost up my "social" points (ahhh..sims reference, nice.)

I got a "b" in German. Got? Yeah, English is next semester, motherfucker.

It's almost 4:30, and although the boxes are almost to the ceiling in the living room, I still feel like I haven't done anything ... mostly because there's SOOO much left to be done!

Big was going to be off this weekend anyway. Convenient, no? I guess I feel so bad because the work isn't really something that can be measured in the size of a box stack. I took down my shelving unit in the bathroom... puttied, painted... all that jazz. I did that in the living room, also... but I've barely touched the bedroom. Ok, I haven't touched the bedroom.

And through all of this, I have a sink full of dishes that I am seriously considering throwing away so I don't have to be bothered with washing them.

Lazy, tired, what?