Really. Really. Screwed.
I really need to flail about how I'm temporarily yet seriously financially screwed for just a second here:
*flail!*
.... *feels better now*
Other things I'm freaking out about:
1) My stove/oven/inside-of-cabinets are not sufficiently bleached.
2) I own furniture that is not collapsible.
3) I have wall hangings and curtain rods I have not yet hung on the wall, but am not sure if I should hang them, because that is a sign of Permanence In A Way That Will Someday Involve Spackle.
I want to go home and throw out all my stuff, but I should wait to be in a less compulsive mood, because the last time I did that, I ended up with no pants. No, really. Not a single pair of pants.
*flail!*
.... *feels better now*
Other things I'm freaking out about:
1) My stove/oven/inside-of-cabinets are not sufficiently bleached.
2) I own furniture that is not collapsible.
3) I have wall hangings and curtain rods I have not yet hung on the wall, but am not sure if I should hang them, because that is a sign of Permanence In A Way That Will Someday Involve Spackle.
I want to go home and throw out all my stuff, but I should wait to be in a less compulsive mood, because the last time I did that, I ended up with no pants. No, really. Not a single pair of pants.
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crazy
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