Do you ever hate your past-self? I mean, you look at decisions that you made last week, or last month, and wonder, "What in the blazes was I thinking? Was I completely insane? Do I have multiple personality disorder or WHAT??"
That is how I feel right now. Because I have to move out of my house soon. And that means packing (insert anguished groan here). I loathe packing. It is lame. And awful. And terrible. Ok, ok so I knew that was coming so technically, I could have been packing months ago. Except we're forgetting that my past-self was crazy and obviously not thinking about her/my future sanity.
Also, I'm going camping next weekend. So the weekend is out for packing. But that still leaves next week to pack. Only I'm preparing the food for the aforementioned camping trip.
At this point, you're probably thinking that I'm overreacting, right? C'mon, Davielle. Chill out. Just cook your food and pack after work -you've got three free nights! True, very true. Except I'm cooking (and shopping!) for...forty people. FOUR-O PEOPLE. You're ready to check me into the mental ward now, right? Heck, I'm ready to check myself in.
Also, in case you haven't noticed yet from this blog -I'm going to Bolivia, which means there's another hat to wear. And I want to have at least some time to spend with my friends before I abandon them all for Latin America! Throw family time in there and I feel like I'm going to go (even) crazy(er). Made more crazy by the fact that work has been dreadfully slow, so I basically just sit here for eight hours thinking of all the things I need to do, which I can't do because I'm working.
I curse you, I-am-super-woman past-self! Oh man, if speaking about yourself in a disassociative manner isn't basis for admittance into the nearest mental institution, I don't know what is.
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