11:25 p.m. - 2003-12-08
Grumble grumble grumble.
Oh, hello. I'm crabby and disgruntled; what better state to update my journal in!
Our house is being innundated with people at the moment - the painter is now in every day for the next two weeks, there are delivery guys in almost daily, and I'm basically being used as a butler since I'm the only one home during the day. It sucks. I can't set up my room until after it's been painted, and so I'm living in a field of boxes. I have no idea where half my stuff is still, including my pills, which means I have to go PAY for a pack some time this week since I need to start up again on Thursday. Grr. My Christmas presents are scattered all over hell's half acre, and I don't even know where some of them are. The shoes are still missing, to the point where we're going to have to claim them with the movers soon (we've looked in every damn box in the house), and I hate only having one pair of shoes to wear.
Mostly, I'm just crabby. I had a total write-off of a day today that included a few moments of complete stupidity, and I hardly ever have the car anymore so going anywhere is officially a pain in the ass. I just want to be all set up with all the stuff we need to get here so we can start thinking about Christmas instead of moving. I don't know when we're going to get the tree, and I'm completely stumped as to when we'll decorate it. I haven't a clue where any of the wrapping paper is, and even if I did I haven't got anywhere to wrap presents because my desk is still covered in junk.
Last year, I was surrounded by Christmas and didn't feel Christmassy. This year, I'm Christmassy and there's nothing I can do about it.
Bah Humbug. I hate moving.
