to even think clearly enough about anything else.
Number one thing I want to do when I get home from work: sleep. Until I couldn't possibly sleep anymore.
Number one thing I actually do when I get home from work: not sleep. I try as hard as I can to keep myself far away from my bed or anything else remotely comfortable so I can stay awake and pack some more, possibly take another load to the new apartment, and then try to scrounge up something not too entirely random to eat for dinner.
I hope that once I am settled in my lovely new place I will find more energy to be productive. Blogwise and otherwise.
Moving is not my favorite.
Number one thing I actually do when I get home from work: not sleep. I try as hard as I can to keep myself far away from my bed or anything else remotely comfortable so I can stay awake and pack some more, possibly take another load to the new apartment, and then try to scrounge up something not too entirely random to eat for dinner.
I hope that once I am settled in my lovely new place I will find more energy to be productive. Blogwise and otherwise.
Moving is not my favorite.
5 comments:
Moving is not my favorite either. Living with roommates is also not my favorite. This requires moving to solve that problem...dang.
Looks like you've at least put a good dent in it.
I know the feeling well. I love getting to the new place when everything is all unpacked and situated.
I hear ya sister! I am dealing with the same thing! You can do it!!
Julie! Don't you think it's time for a little blog update? I saw your facebook status and I'm quite diasppointed.
I haven't read your blog forever, seems I only read blogs when I update my own! Ugh, that picture recalls memories of pain and agony. I must burn it with fire!
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