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Still hanging in there, mostly
Sep. 7th, 2005 05:39 amThe icon has basically nothing to do with anything I'm about to write, but it's pretty, so, there you go. :)
I spent the long weekend packing, cleaning crap out, helping Mom clean crap out, and pretty much avoiding my Stats homework a bit longer than I should've. I might or might not get it done by the start of class, and then there's the test, which I'm not sure right now I know enough to pass. I may surprise myself, but let's just say I'm worried about this test. I hate first exams anyway, because you never know how hard they'll be, or how much weight each question has, or... well, you get the idea.
We close escrow in 17 days (!!!) and I'm starting to think the apartment knows this. The microwave is showing signs of calling it quits, the water heater has issues, and my toilet has decided it'd like to back up at about every other flush. We had to go buy a plunger, and now it's parked in the corner of my bathroom. It's so lovely. At least it gives me something to vent my frustrations on when I have to unstick it, but, you know, ew, huh?
I saw this CSI rerun the other night, where somebody puts a bunch of dry ice down a toilet, and it blows up... :) Kidding, but the thought does have some appeal, you know?
I'm not sure if I mentioned this before or not, but my psych instructor mentioned once that there's a link between stress and depression. 'S true, too. Because, you know, one of these wasn't bad enough, I have to be stressed out of my mind, with the depression feeding on that and them getting into this fun feedback loop of misery and "grr, argh!" which then becomes "grr, argh... oh who gives a fuck, miserable now."
I swear, I just want to get into the house so I can start unpacking things, and have my room all set up, and my things where I can find them... We're to the point now where we've packed almost all the dishes, so we're eating dinner off of paper plates and drinking out of plastic cups. I hate this part of the move. From here on out is just six kinds of not much fun, and I can't wait until it's over.
My grand plan for today is to survive my test, hopefully not totally bomb it, come home, and fall into bed for a couple hours. I'm so tired, and of course I didn't sleep well last night. Right now I think dragging myself through school and then coming home to collapse is about all I can do, all I have the energy for. If I didn't have to do the school thing, I'd be skipping that, too, let me tell ya.
It has to get easier, right? Even if it doesn't, I'm sure I'll feel better on the other side of my stats exam, and once I've had some more sleep.
I spent the long weekend packing, cleaning crap out, helping Mom clean crap out, and pretty much avoiding my Stats homework a bit longer than I should've. I might or might not get it done by the start of class, and then there's the test, which I'm not sure right now I know enough to pass. I may surprise myself, but let's just say I'm worried about this test. I hate first exams anyway, because you never know how hard they'll be, or how much weight each question has, or... well, you get the idea.
We close escrow in 17 days (!!!) and I'm starting to think the apartment knows this. The microwave is showing signs of calling it quits, the water heater has issues, and my toilet has decided it'd like to back up at about every other flush. We had to go buy a plunger, and now it's parked in the corner of my bathroom. It's so lovely. At least it gives me something to vent my frustrations on when I have to unstick it, but, you know, ew, huh?
I saw this CSI rerun the other night, where somebody puts a bunch of dry ice down a toilet, and it blows up... :) Kidding, but the thought does have some appeal, you know?
I'm not sure if I mentioned this before or not, but my psych instructor mentioned once that there's a link between stress and depression. 'S true, too. Because, you know, one of these wasn't bad enough, I have to be stressed out of my mind, with the depression feeding on that and them getting into this fun feedback loop of misery and "grr, argh!" which then becomes "grr, argh... oh who gives a fuck, miserable now."
I swear, I just want to get into the house so I can start unpacking things, and have my room all set up, and my things where I can find them... We're to the point now where we've packed almost all the dishes, so we're eating dinner off of paper plates and drinking out of plastic cups. I hate this part of the move. From here on out is just six kinds of not much fun, and I can't wait until it's over.
My grand plan for today is to survive my test, hopefully not totally bomb it, come home, and fall into bed for a couple hours. I'm so tired, and of course I didn't sleep well last night. Right now I think dragging myself through school and then coming home to collapse is about all I can do, all I have the energy for. If I didn't have to do the school thing, I'd be skipping that, too, let me tell ya.
It has to get easier, right? Even if it doesn't, I'm sure I'll feel better on the other side of my stats exam, and once I've had some more sleep.
