.oO(Sometimes I blur the edges.) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 07 July 2009: Good morning! I couldn't sleep yesterday when I tried to take a nap... so I ate dinner and waited a few more hours, then went to bed. I woke up pretty early and couldn't decide if I wanted to wait until my alarm went off (so I would be fully rested), or if I wanted to just get started packing again. Since I have problems sleeping once I wake up, even if I am still tired, I chose to just get started. I've made amazing progress, and I don't know how it took so long to do what meager packing I'd done before. I thought having a few boxes was nearly halfway done, since most of two rooms (out of four) were packed... but now that I've completed the bathroom (packing and cleaning) and taken a good chunk out of my closet, I think it will just take a few more hours to finish up. I should be done packing (if my body allows me) and nearly done cleaning by the time the movers get here. My lease is up for this apartment, and because it has already been leased out to someone else, they couldn't extend me to Monday (the 13th, when the military will pick up my things). So I found two strong men willing to help me load my belongings into a Uhaul, and it will sit in the parking lot here until Monday, when the military movers come and transfer it to their crates/truck. The strong men will be here between 4pm-6pm. It's 8:33am. I'm about to eat some breakfast, and hope that my body will hold out until it's all over. Since I haven't been sleeping well (and since I only slept a few hours last night), my body is feeling a little weak and shaky. I dreamt that I was madly in love with some dude (he didn't look anything like the usual love-strangers in my dreams), and some other guy was jealous. The other guy shot me in the fast. I felt it hit, and it hurt, but I was still alive somehow and completely unharmed. I'm not sure how that works out... but I spent the next few minutes trying to assure my love-stranger that I was fine (until thinking 'What the fk is this? Maybe I overslept'). I woke, I busied myself briefly, tried to rest some more, then got up and just started going. I think that I could have my bedroom done in about three hours, altogether, which would give me four to six hours to finish up the living room and dining room. I think I might take them on next and finish the bedroom later. It might be better that way. But for now, breakfast. Then more packing. Then lunch, and picking up the Uhaul. Then loading it a little later, and cleaning/finishing packing until loading time. Then cleaning. Then dinner with Kat. Then putting my suitcases in my Montero. Then sleep. I'm going to talk to Kat tonight about letting me stay with her until Monday, and if that won't work, I've got other people with couches that I could sleep on. =) This part is almost over. I.can't.wait. -Lisa. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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