Thursday already, no complaints here, except, of course that it means that in just over a week, we move house, and still so much packing looms ahead. It is my plan, however, to go straight home from work and get rather a lot accomplished (filling everyone I know with utter disbelief). I love that even Nick, who I haven't known that long gives me shit about getting fuck-all done as a rule (although that is usually because he is present, and if he is, I'm inclined to do very little except enjoy his company.). That said, when I get out of work, I will stop at the ATM prehaps and then get right into some hardcore packing, my plan being to box up everything loose in the livingroom, Carm's dvd's, and the records. Then, I will attack my bedroom with a fury of decisive and organised execution---my cd's, photo albums, magazines, jewelryboxes and knick-knacks, taking my flag and other things off the walls. I should throw laundry in while I'm at it, multi-task!! That should leave the linen closet, bathroom, and kitchen (and of course, Carmin's bedroom, but that is well out of my juristiction). I still need to get out in that storage room and I really must be merciless with getting rid of stuff.

I went to meet with Kat last night after work to start making up these stupid hours. Even though I got home a little before nine and most of the time we just bullshitted and had conversation, as I was driving home, I became filled with such sadness. I swear I just hate everything and anything pertaining to that fucking school and massage in general. I really don't even want to do this. I just want to wash my hands of it completely and leave the whole fucking thing behind me. I don't want to start getting home late again from going to meet with Kat, and I sure as hell do not want to waste a moment of weekend time on this. It should only take a month, but still. Shit.

Carmin was pretty quiet yesterday, but there were flashes of normalcy, so I didn't pursue anything. It exhausts me. Watched Top Chef then went to bed. Ate too much yesterday.

I want to get a lot done with packing and go out tonight, avoiding any and all whoadie crackheads or entepeneurs.