I am in my apartment in Astoria. Dan is back from Georgia. Dan has started work at PWC. The pugs are here with us. We have air conditioning. This is the way life should be, right? I mean, the Ithaca thing was just a hot minute of change to get a better life, right?
Why is it that I feel so strange?
What comes to mind first is that I'm PMS-ing. The second thing is that I'm severely exhausted. I have not had a decent sleep since last Monday. I have bruises all over my body from lifting, moving, shuffling, banging, tripping, cutting corners, etc. My cuticles are all cut up and I have knicks all over my fingers. My calves are tight and I have some foot/ankle pain.
Then Dad calls me last night and tells me I need to take Amy for like 2 weeks. Then Dan tells me that I'm killing him.
And tomorrow is our 6 year anniversary. I haven't thought about a gift or a card.
Today, things are just not working. Like Microsoft Outlook and my two emails accounts housed on Outlook Express. Then there is my new HP all-in-one printer. And the fact that my much-beloved shower caddy fell this morning.
And what happened to the plumber or dishwasher guy that was supposed to come and fix what's broken. My tub is not draining properly and the remnants of my (continuoulsy) dirty feet are collecting around the drain. Isn't it a new pump that they should be installing so that the dishwasher will drain?
What's going on in Big Love, Entourage, So You Think You Can Dance, Falcon Beach and Footballers' Wives?
Why can't we fast-forward to Monday when my lovely new couches will arrive and I can curl up with my legs under my tush and sink headfirst into the many channels of wonderful, beautiful cable.
It's time to eat meat.
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