Well, life does go on, doesn't it? Begin whine...
This week was another week that just sucked out all my energy. I've got the sick cat and the jealous cat and then there is the usual office madness. And I wanted a full time job because...
Oh yeah, so I could have my own apartment, a real apartment with a real kitchen and a minimum of roaches. I'm looking down the barrel of living in another roach-infested garage as we speak. Tomorrow, if I can drag myself out of bed, I am going to try to get to some places and fill out some applications. I tried looking on Craigslist for houses or duplexes for rent, as I am going through one of my spasms of wishing I lived in someplace cute instead of a safe, bland apartment complex, but something about the Craigslist ads just scream "SCAM!" Not all of them, just the ones in my price range. Especially the ones that didn't seem to know what part of Greater Orlando the place they were offering was in.
Of course, this week after the sick cat episode, money is tight, so I am wondering if I should hold off applying until next month. I am just so tired of this area. It's not bad, it's just too far from work and the bus trip is killing me. One of the coworkers who used to take me to work has now moved where he doesn't live near me anymore, another one doesn't always have use of a car, and I hate asking people for a ride anyway. It wouldn't be so bad if I didn't have to cross a major highway at 6 am, and now it's going to be dark FOREVER at that time.
And let's not think about the huge mound of laundry I have to do. Why can't I throw out all my clothes? Oh yeah -- I need to get dressed, don't I? I have too many clothes. And other things. I need to call Goodwill. I need to have an apartment sale. I need to start packing even if I don't move until September. (I know how long it takes me to pack.) I need to AAARRRGGGHHHHHH.
Hm. That doesn't feel better. I think what I need is dinner. And aspirin. And a drink. And to not drink as much coffee as I did today.
