When? Fucked if I know. Probably after Christmas when I might have some shiny Christmas money to buy paint. BUT IT WILL HAPPEN. IT WILL.
I'm pretty excited about it.
IN OTHER NEWS: THE NEW APARTMENT IS SURE APARTMENT-SHAPED. I want my DVD player. I need to figure out where my TV's going to go. Because it would be pretty sweet to set it up in the bedroom and just lie around watching TV before I go to sleep, but then I'd have to move it into the living room if I want to invite people over for movie nights (Another Thing! Hooray!).
ANYWAY. I guess what I'm trying to say here is I'm feeling a little better? Well, I'm feeling about...hmmm...three-fourths better. There's still that one-fourth that keeps popping up and smacking me in the face. But, you know. Generally.
OH AND ANOTHER THING: I should stop trying to plan these weeks where I don't do anything, because life inevitably ALWAYS says, "Fuck you, here's something for EVERY GODDAMN DAY OF THE WEEK!" So. If I feel like it, I'll try again next week, otherwise, I'll just wait until I'm overwhelmed again and need to take a break. I kind of feel like I've gotten a break even without really having one, so that's ok. I'm not as stressed I don't think.
I had to be poked with a needle yesterday and guys, it SUCKED ASS. The lady went SUPAR DUPAR SLOW, and I was all, "HOLY HELL ARE YOU DONE YET????" This is AFTER the bajillion years it took for her to stick the friggen' thing in in the first place. If Fraher hadn't been there to offer up his hand for me to shatter, I probably would have punched her in the face, even though she was a really NICE lady, just, god, you can't do that to me. Stick me and get it over with.
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