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The world's biggest game of "Beat The Clock" - Paint It Black
Living the American dream one heartbreaking piece at a time
The world's biggest game of "Beat The Clock"
It's ten minutes to 9 o'clock PM as I write this entry. Tonight I have cleared the shelf in my bedroom closet, packed up six garbage bags with laundry that needs to get washed (I've been falling steadily more behind as the months have progressed, and that is a story unto itself) and thrown out a couple boxes of trash. I found some good things in my cleaning (for example, my original offer letter from DeVry DuPage, which lead to my promotion within the company to the home office and a career in network management) and some bad things (pictures of past significant others, for example). My apartment is no more neat or organized than it was before. Despite my best efforts and intentions everything is falling apart as Crunch Time approaches.

If anything the apartment is actually in worse shape than when I started four hours ago...

In just over 60 hours from now I will be greeted by friends from all around who will be arriving to help me pack up pickups, cars and U-haul trucks with all the stuff that's in my apartment, so that I can haul it over to Neowolf's house for storage. Just over 60 hours from now, and the place is still nowhere near ready for me to just pick up and move. I look around at all the things I still need to pack, all the boxes I've packed but need to inventory or label, all the art still on the walls that I need to take down and prepare for storage... and I just want to scream.

I still need to mail my friends to let them know the official go-time, and give some of them directions to my place. To paraphrase Kosh: Fuck.

To add insult to injury as soon as I'm done moving (or whatever term will best describe my flailing) I will spend 3.5 days at work, and then I throw myself into Midwest FurFest.

I think I know what it feels like to be chebutykin.

I must be crazy.

I feel a panic attack coming on, and I simply do not have time for it. Sorry, old friend, but you're just going to have to wait your turn in line, I've got other things to attend to right now that are demanding my attention.

I see a red door and I want it painted black

Current Mood: crazy crazy
Current Music: Neil Young - Fallen Angel

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aureth From: aureth Date: November 13th, 2002 11:57 pm (UTC) (Link)
If it's any consolation, I always reach this state when I move. Somehow, everything gets moved, anyway.
captain18 From: captain18 Date: November 14th, 2002 01:46 am (UTC) (Link)
From my admittedly limited experience (though when I have moved, it's included a fairly large amount of stuff -- go fig!) there will come a moment where suddenly stuff flies into boxes. Then you'll have like three boxes left and it'll take forever again because it's the little things left here and there that you can't figure out what the hell to do with.

Best of luck!
chebutykin From: chebutykin Date: November 14th, 2002 04:11 am (UTC) (Link)
Welcome to my Hell, my dear! *grin*

Things that Help:

1) Stopping for a few minutes to make yourself a cup of something warm, comforting, and preferably decadent. Really good hot chocolate (with marshmallows!), tea, spiced cider, and the like. A splash of alcohol is optional.

2) A 15-minute walk.

3) A quick nap. It feels like a time-waster, but sometimes it's just what you need to tune out for a few minutes, then get back on track.

4) Lots of hugs from friends. I'm saving up a whole bunch for you to smother you with next weekend.
chebutykin From: chebutykin Date: November 14th, 2002 04:11 am (UTC) (Link)
Eek! Renegade HTML tags!
From: duncandahusky Date: November 14th, 2002 04:49 am (UTC) (Link)
To paraphrase Kosh: Fuck.

Hmm. Must've missed that episode. That must have been right after he said "(gurgle...sproink) We are all Elvis!!!(beepety-beep)"
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