People have been here. My parents were visiting for almost a week, then my friend Jesse, former Queen’s roommate and completely random dude, was here. He just left today. He was a great guest, of course. Totally low maintenance. But it’s still hard to get back on track after guests have been in town. Especially now, when things are all wonky and messed up.
D and I have less than a month left in this apartment and I have many many many many many many (many) things to do before I leave. We’re having party, of course. Plus there’s the gifting of things, the selling of things, the finding of new apartments, the packing, the planning. The sad sad sadness of it all.
And for me, being sad is bad. When I am sad I tend to develop a sort of mental fog that makes me make bad decsions. I call people I shoudn’t call. I watch too much TV. I eat chocolate (which makes me feel better and then, ironically, makes me feel worse since part of why I wanted the chocolate in the first place is that someone – likely familial, since those jerks are the biggest a-holes in my life – has made me feel fat). But I digress.
I don’t want to leave Vancouver, even if the gov’t is giving me a whole load of money. I especially don’t want to leave when they only place I have to look forward to is horrible, smelly old Toronto and my parents’ house. Ugh.
Buy me something pretty. I’m sure it’ll make me feel better.