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Stress is hitting me like cockroaches on my spine, skittering and clicking along, hard carapaces and feather-light steps, all hitting my instinctive urge to squirm and shriek, cower and hide.
Though of course, most of the time, simple spluttering incoherency seems to be the norm.
I haven't packed anything, I haven't informed my landlady, I haven't done anything that to me says 'ok, this is it, no turning back now.' Today's that day - I'm going to try to get the certified check to the landlord, sign the lease, and show the house to a couple of potential tenants.
The whole bank thing has me stretched between realizing that yes, I will get that $300 refund next month, but it's next month, not now. And my credit card companies hate me, but I'm blaming it on an error by my bank, so they're not so unhappy as to hunt me down. And the bank error is in my favor, enough to cover a shortfall if a check is late, but it's an error, so it could disappear at any moment.
Then there's the roommate situation. One more, and we're set. I seem to have scared off that first gal, with the mention of slash. I may yet scare off the two potentials I'm meeting today. Then there's a gal with two cats to add to our lovely menagerie, and hells, I've got one too many as is.
My brain's sitting there, weighing both arguments for and against each one, and I'm trying to distract myself feverishly with fic and Hell and praying that Dad gets back from Vancouver sometime before 3:30...
<breathe> At the end of this - this mess today, that is, Dad's taking me kayaking. The water, the sun and us. There will be a lull in the franticity.
Though of course, most of the time, simple spluttering incoherency seems to be the norm.
I haven't packed anything, I haven't informed my landlady, I haven't done anything that to me says 'ok, this is it, no turning back now.' Today's that day - I'm going to try to get the certified check to the landlord, sign the lease, and show the house to a couple of potential tenants.
The whole bank thing has me stretched between realizing that yes, I will get that $300 refund next month, but it's next month, not now. And my credit card companies hate me, but I'm blaming it on an error by my bank, so they're not so unhappy as to hunt me down. And the bank error is in my favor, enough to cover a shortfall if a check is late, but it's an error, so it could disappear at any moment.
Then there's the roommate situation. One more, and we're set. I seem to have scared off that first gal, with the mention of slash. I may yet scare off the two potentials I'm meeting today. Then there's a gal with two cats to add to our lovely menagerie, and hells, I've got one too many as is.
My brain's sitting there, weighing both arguments for and against each one, and I'm trying to distract myself feverishly with fic and Hell and praying that Dad gets back from Vancouver sometime before 3:30...
<breathe> At the end of this - this mess today, that is, Dad's taking me kayaking. The water, the sun and us. There will be a lull in the franticity.
