I’m about having a stroke. I don’t know. Maybe it’s too much caffeine, but this house stuff is making me sick to my stomach. I mean, I have no reason to doubt that everything’s fine. It’s just that there’s so much to pull together, so much stuff I don’t know if I can put my hands on quickly. Or at all.
I’m a disorganized mess.
Mess, mess, mess.
Why doesn’t someone make a list of all the crap you’ll need?
Why, even if someone made that list and taped it to me, would I have procrastinated about bringing it all together until this very moment?
Why can I not more better that this have my shit together?
Why is that last sentence so clearly not in English and yet I can’t figure out how to fix it?
How, even if we buy a house, will we afford to move?
Or buy gas to get to the house?
I want to run around with my hands thrown up over my head-aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggggggggh!
I think I’m better.