Published August 21, 2009
family , friends
Tags: cancer, friends, sarcasm, stress
The following is a list of unusual requests that I might have to make from some of my friends when I get home:
“Excuse me, but can I hide under your furniture? I think the Responsibilities may have found me.”
“Please take me somewhere now where I do not have to think.”
“In reagards to myself, could you please lower your expectations several notches?”
“I just want to do something normal, and not talk about It.”
“Please stop trying to cheer me up; if you ignore my Grump, it’ll go away.”
I promise I won’t stay like this forever. You’re just going to have to trust me on this one.
Published November 9, 2007
Tags: moving, packing, stress
Oh wait, I am home. Sort of. Today is the day that I get my keys. I’m working from home so that I can continue to pack.
It seems like every time I pack a box, I realize that there’s more stuff that I haven’t packed that I had forgot about. Stuff like bathroom stuff. And so, even though I packed two boxes this morning, I’m no closer to where I need to be.
Anyway . . . . this will all be over soon.
And then the unpacking begins. Oh brother.
Published November 7, 2007
Tags: moving, new apartment, stress, to do list
So, this Saturday is moving day, and even though most of my things are packed, I still feel vastly unprepared.
I still don’t have a bed. I didn’t know until this afternoon what I’ll be able to pick up the keys for my place on Friday, so I’ve been holding off on getting the mattress so that I know when I can have it delivered.
I have to call PG&E to have the billing for the electric switched over into my name.
I have to call to get an appointment to have the internet hooked up.
I don’t have any forks or spoons.
I think I need a shower curtain.
Aaahhhhh – it’s all too much. I’m totally freaking out.