effing coke

yay!

diet coke is on sale...got five bottles for four dollars

boo!

opened the door of the cherokee
and all my diet coke fell out

yay!

it didn't break

boo!

it all went flat.
every effing bottle.
effing diet coke.

sigh...

i should be packing.
i know i should be packing.
i am aware of the fact that there are things to be packed.
i know i only have 8 days left.
i know i have more than 8 days worth of stuff left
to be packed.
i know i hate packing.
i realize there are enough boxes, and i still have some rolls of packing tape and the
kids are playing the gamecube and i should be taking advantage of this
and getting some much needed packing done.
i should be packing.
i know that.
but
i'm writing about packing...
shouldn't that count
for
something
at least?
sigh.
effing packing.
effing boxes.
bloody rotten hell.

is it july yet?

ack.
i am dead effing tired...
the stress and hell of packing
is starting to wear me down...
we only have 9 days
NINE EFFING DAYS PEOPLE
to be out of here
and in there...
and its not painted yet...
its not even fully drywalled yet...

i have to stop thinking about it
i can feel my heart rate increasing

i know its all going to come together
(well, i pray thats whats going to happen heh heh)
but good god i will be glad when this is done
just. so. much. left.
TO. DO.
and so
little
time
and
heh
money
of course...

i need a good solid stress scream
oh
AND
we have no toilet paper
sigh
the injustice of it all

vomiting every 20 minutes...

well...

went to my brother and fiance's combined stag/stagette
saturday night
with a firm resolve
NOT
to drink...

ha.
ha.

drank.

woke up saturday morning with what felt like a sheet of metal
inserted in my forehead
figuratively speaking of course...
but thats what it felt like

proceeded to vomit
every
fucking
twenty
minutes
for the next
eight
yes, count 'em
eight
hours...

and the thing that really added the icing to the cake
the little fucking detail that just made the day
absolutely bloody perfect?
our insane landlord sends someone over to look at the house
with about an hours notice
so here i am
in bed
sweating vodka and puking bile
and a happy family of five is looking over the house

is that not
a perfect detail...
the kind of detail
that puts a person on a water tower

oh
and i am not drinking again...