I am fucking exhausted right now.
–packed up the office
–walked Winston over to the park and ran around with him while he played with other dogs (He can’t go off-leash yet because he doesn’t always come when he’s called, so I was running around with him)
–helped ex-housemate move her crap out
–packed up the kitchen
–packed up the living room (mostly)
–chased Winston around again while he played with another dog
–packed up some of my bedroom
–went to the chiropractor
–did a phone bank for the Obama campaign
–went to kung fu
–washed 4 loads of laundry
–packed up some more of my room
–dropped dead from exhaustion
Okay, so the last one hasn’t actually happened–yet. But I feel like it might at any minute. I still don’t have all of my bedroom packed up, and I’m supposed to have it done by tomorrow morning. I just don’t think that’s gonna happen because right now I’m so exhausted I can barely eat ice cream, and for me that’s really saying something. Of course I’m getting all stressed out about not being done with my room: “Team Leader’s gonna be mad at me!” Which is dumb, but I’m still stressed.
Tomorrow’s probably not going to be quite as bad. We’re taking all the boxes and stuff over to the new place, so that will probably wear me out physically. (My back’s already hurting.) Then I see New Therapist 1.0 at 11:45, and I’ll take the bus back home. I think I may be able to get someone with a car to help me take stuff over to the new apartment in the afternoon, too–I don’t think we’ll get it all done in the morning.
I just wanna sleep for a week.