Moving back to Grad School in the morning.
To start my second year of seminary (of 3).
Part of me is like, “Alright, let’s do this! Yeah, seeing old friends! Learning new things! New apartment! I have a cat now!”
And the other part of me looks up from my computer to realize that I’m still stretched out amongst half of my stuff as it is strewn about the basement floor. I’m literally laying on a folded up dress and I’m too tired to move either it or me. And I think, “Uuuuuuuggggghhhhhghghghgh……..I HATE PACKING WHY DO I HAVE TO HAVE A LIFE WHY CAN’T I JUST TAKE A NAP OH MY GARD I HAVE TO BE UP SO EARLY TOMORROW TO DRIVE TO FRIGGIN CHICAGO UUUUGHGHGH WHAT IS EVEN HAPPENING HOW AM I AN ADULT I SHOULDN’T BE ALLOWED TO LIVE ON MY OWN. GRUMBLE GRUMBLE GRUMBLE…”
*sigh* I need to pack some more.