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Aw, T-- stressful. Moving without weird homeless overlap or baby-birthin' is stressful enough as it is (as evidenced by my month of total quiet here on the board-- I'm not moving, but my boyfriend is and that's bad enough for me!)
Hang in there. Do some meditating. Breathe in and breathe out. You'll get through this, the right solution will come through.
As for my self-pity? For no reason other than my own choice and obligation, I haven't had a weekend-- or a single part of a day of a weekend-- for relaxation and fun since the beginning of March. Weddings? Check. Showers? Check. Holidays? Check. Accompanying tennis-fan boyfriend and his mother to championship tennis because he loves it and he accompanies me to Disneyland even though it's not his love? Check. Packing? Check. Home improvement? Check.
Death rattle? Check.
If I don't get some quality refresh time in the next five days, I will be a puddle of grits. Without butter. No cheese. Just grits.
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