There’s No Other Show Like It ‘Round Here.

On Monday, we get possession of the condo.

You couldn’t even begin to comprehend how anxious I am. Everybody keeps asking me questions, like I’m supposed to know the answers – are you sure you should take possession even if they aren’t finished? isn’t your final walk-through supposed to be three business days before you take possession? which couch should we buy?

My head spins. My mind reels. My bank account dwindles. My work hours are cut down, because I don’t know when we’re moving, exactly, and I’ll have to pick up shifts as they open up – I hate the uncertainty. In fact, as of right now, I have only one shift this coming week. I need more. I need more money.

And from September 4 – 11? My mom and aunt are going away for a week. So I have to be home to be with the dogs. Which means another week of not working. Another week of NOT GETTING PAID, which is something I can’t really afford right now.

Oh, and there’s a thing Erik wants to do on Friday/Saturday/Sunday of that last weekend bit (9/10/11). A camping/getaway thing for his car-club; they’re all getting together in their awesome Volvos and driving to Jasper and Banff and staying the night, then driving back home. He’s really interested in going. I’m considering throwing his stuff in the car and telling him to go.

I need quiet. I need peace. I need time alone. Right now, I’ve got a constant headache and have anxiety attacks regularly.

Right, so on that note, I’m going to go to bed. Wish us closing-luck. Wish me fewer anxiety attacks and meltdowns. Seriously. I’d really appreciate it.

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