Tuesday, July 29, 2008

I want sleep.

I really wish I had something awesome to say here.
Blogs are supposed to be about innermost thoughts and vacations and things people have made, right?

All I can think of right now is:
"shit shit shit...fuck....oh my god...seriously?...fuck fuck...shit...yawn"

...on the heaviest of rotations.

I'm so stressed out that when I get home I want to knit mindlessly and stare off into space. I can barely handle talking to other human beings right now...let alone typing to them.

....oh...and my cats are doing some nasty things in their litter box...

...I know...i'm totally and completely lucky.

I want summer to be over....now.

Friday, July 18, 2008

I'm not dead...I'm just really tired

I hate the summer.
I hate moving.

Combining the two makes me completely miserable. We're moved into our new place in South Philly, but we live among piles and piles of boxes. I can't find my ball winder, eye shadow, Q tips, books, notpads, pens, or anything else I may need on a regular basis.

I'm trying to keep calm, but between the rising stress from not finding anything and ridiculous heat its hard not to just cry hysterically on a regular basis.

On happier notes my cats went through their first check up A-ok! Besides a small case of ear mites they are happy and healthy and don't hate me for holding them down while getting their ears probed. If it wasn't so irritatingly hot I'd hug them.

Did I mention I'm typing this while sitting on the floor? Yeah...it's that bad.

But at least I'm moved. That shithole we occupied for 8 months is a distant memory.
And we have the swellest bar a block and a half from our apartment. I can see it from my living room.

And everyone knows a good bar is where your heart is...

I won't be a stranger...well...until the heat in this little room is unbearable...
....and a chair and desk would be swell...