Yeah, so, I'm sure you get the idea that I'm a ball of nerves. I am forcing myself to be calm, but that's sorta like forcing yourself to enjoy something.
Last night the bedroom furniture that Susan loaned me in February, was taken apart and is going to be sold. *sigh* bye-bye big antique sleigh bed.
Yesterday, I found (hopefully) an apartment. Even better, a town home. I find out at 4pm. And that's got me shakey. I am trying not to be upset about having to move. Things happen, it's just that it takes longer to find a place sometimes, than ten days. Especially if you don't have good credit, and if you have pets, and you want to live in a nice place.
I am looking forward to Glasgow, by then, I'll need the time off.
I'm thinking about doing something with my hair. Not quite sure, just a little something.
This weekend I am obligated to go to a hippie retreat. Which should be fun, except I have a huge headache, and everything makes me queasy, campfood, uh oh, i'm in trouble.
But despite all this trembling, shaky, queasy, nonsense, I am sure everything will work out. It has this far, it will. It *will*. Which leads me to a question;
Do you believe in signs?
I believe in them. I don't believe that everything is random. I do believe that there are signs....
Posted by hawkie at August 28, 2003 02:04 PM