Psych.

[xans]

I feel
like
$@#!
And I
guess I'm
not
worth
checking
Thank
you so
very much
because
it only
makes
my day
better
really
since it
has just
been going
down in
the dumps
and digging
deeper

Written in the margin of my Physics notebook, second half of the period, 02/06/04

Friday I just felt like shit. Bad night sleeping, the whole Newell has cancer thing, the bloody house thing... fortunately, the bloody house thing is over.
We got the habitation permit late Friday afternoon. Moved most of my shit, and a bunch of other things in with Rhi's help. Thank you Rhi.
I'm now sitting out in the mobile home, freezing... since we're not staying it anymore, there's a window missing, the door open, and no fire. At least I got breadsticks from the Camp Union pizzaria. They are soooooo good. I hope Gary doesn't eat them all so I can have some for breakfast.
There will be more work tomorrow. I'm not really looking forward to it. Mum has this bad habit of packing things so, sure, she can lift it off the ground, but has she shifted it more'n a foot or two? I doubt it. And I got to carry them into the new house. Sometimes up the stairs, too. Blah.
More... some other time.

Fin.