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Ugh.
I feel icky for no apparent reason. I'm just strung along between projects. I wanted to wind down at a coffee hose on my way home, but I couldn't since (a) I had no cash, (b) I left my ATM card at home and (c) I'm facing a $2000 mechanic's bill sometime today.
So instead, I drove home through thicker-than-usual traffic under an ugly gray sky, and now there's a twist in my chest that I can't shake loose. It wasn't there yesterady; I can only hope it won't be there tomorrow.
What I really need right now is someone to talk to. Someone to listen to. Someone to engage me.
Just now, a telemarketer called. It took everything I had in me not to spend several minutes fucking with her head. I'm glad I didn't, because she sounded very nice, but it concerns me that I have that kind of humour in me right now.
I'm stalled out on all of my projects right now (kind of like my car, funny that). And stalled out in a way that I wasn't yesterday morning, so I hope this is an extreme but temporary low point. My greatest fear right now is that I'm not going to get to sleep today, which would be bad all around.
I've enjoyed living at home this past year, but suddenly, with a new place being built for me, I really want to get out of here and into there. Probably a bad idea since I think they're still laying concrete, but you get the idea. So I'm somewhat worried about whether I'll be able to get all of my ducks in a row to pick up my uncle's furniture this weekend. The price seems right, but the manpower looks to be harder to organize this time.
I'm going to go out and read for a while and see if I can calm down. I should probably cook some dinner to, now that I think on it.
So instead, I drove home through thicker-than-usual traffic under an ugly gray sky, and now there's a twist in my chest that I can't shake loose. It wasn't there yesterady; I can only hope it won't be there tomorrow.
What I really need right now is someone to talk to. Someone to listen to. Someone to engage me.
Just now, a telemarketer called. It took everything I had in me not to spend several minutes fucking with her head. I'm glad I didn't, because she sounded very nice, but it concerns me that I have that kind of humour in me right now.
I'm stalled out on all of my projects right now (kind of like my car, funny that). And stalled out in a way that I wasn't yesterday morning, so I hope this is an extreme but temporary low point. My greatest fear right now is that I'm not going to get to sleep today, which would be bad all around.
I've enjoyed living at home this past year, but suddenly, with a new place being built for me, I really want to get out of here and into there. Probably a bad idea since I think they're still laying concrete, but you get the idea. So I'm somewhat worried about whether I'll be able to get all of my ducks in a row to pick up my uncle's furniture this weekend. The price seems right, but the manpower looks to be harder to organize this time.
I'm going to go out and read for a while and see if I can calm down. I should probably cook some dinner to, now that I think on it.