Bucket Brigade
Jan. 11th, 2005 04:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
morrigirlNo stomach problems today, though my lower back still hurts. Normally I'd attribute these symptoms to PMS, but I had my period last week. I'm inclined to side with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
_unforgiven who suggested my pain might be due to stress. While I may be happily set up in my new apartment, it's still a new environment, and will take time to adjust to. Plus I'm still trying to figure out how long my new commute will regularly take, I'm not happy about having to return to work, not feeling motivated to look for a new job, yet hopelessly frustrated with the current one, I'm not eating well, and I'm not getting enough rest. That all adds up to mucho stress, and stress can lead to physical pain. Funny thing is I rarely realize how much stress I'm under until someone points it out to me. Back at Knox I'd have three papers due in 24 hours, I'd be all miffy, and it would take one of the girls to point out the reason I was so upset was because I had a lot to do in a very short amount of time. I just assume that I should be able to confortably deal with whatever the universe heaps on my plate.
As for the move...well...it took place! It happened! I'm in my apartment and so is most of my stuff! Didn't quite go off without a hitch. The movers were 4 hours late because, well, they decided to up and cancel my move without telling me! (Don't ask. Not something I particularly want to relive.) And we couldn't fit my box spring into the apartment, so Danielle is letting me keep it in her garage until I can thinnk of something to do with it, and my mattress is sitting on the floor. I really don't want my mattress on the ground so I think I may buy myself a box spring that can be disassembled and reassembled. Still leaves me the problem of what to do with the old box spring. Mom thinks we should pay to put it in storage. Unfortunately I don't have the money for that, and neither does she. We'll figure something out.
It's nice to go home and not have my mother jump all over me the moment I walk in the door. No loud blaring television going. Just peace and quiet. I can come home and be alone with my thoughts. I can choose whether to turn my phone on or keep it off. I can walk around naked, (which I did all last night.) Commute aside, I could really get used to this whole living alone thing.
Last Saturday I got some mail at my new address, a Christmas card fromkdc4evr containing a 15 dollar Barnes and Noble gift card. I was so happy! Thank you Gayley! I know exactly what I'm gonna use it on, a book I've been wantig to read called "Language Myths." It's a collection of essays about the misconeptions we have concerning language. Now I REALLY have to get on the ball and send her present out. Gemma's too.
I had more, but now I'm tired and don't feel liike writing. Maybe later. Or tomorrow.
_unforgiven who suggested my pain might be due to stress. While I may be happily set up in my new apartment, it's still a new environment, and will take time to adjust to. Plus I'm still trying to figure out how long my new commute will regularly take, I'm not happy about having to return to work, not feeling motivated to look for a new job, yet hopelessly frustrated with the current one, I'm not eating well, and I'm not getting enough rest. That all adds up to mucho stress, and stress can lead to physical pain. Funny thing is I rarely realize how much stress I'm under until someone points it out to me. Back at Knox I'd have three papers due in 24 hours, I'd be all miffy, and it would take one of the girls to point out the reason I was so upset was because I had a lot to do in a very short amount of time. I just assume that I should be able to confortably deal with whatever the universe heaps on my plate.As for the move...well...it took place! It happened! I'm in my apartment and so is most of my stuff! Didn't quite go off without a hitch. The movers were 4 hours late because, well, they decided to up and cancel my move without telling me! (Don't ask. Not something I particularly want to relive.) And we couldn't fit my box spring into the apartment, so Danielle is letting me keep it in her garage until I can thinnk of something to do with it, and my mattress is sitting on the floor. I really don't want my mattress on the ground so I think I may buy myself a box spring that can be disassembled and reassembled. Still leaves me the problem of what to do with the old box spring. Mom thinks we should pay to put it in storage. Unfortunately I don't have the money for that, and neither does she. We'll figure something out.
It's nice to go home and not have my mother jump all over me the moment I walk in the door. No loud blaring television going. Just peace and quiet. I can come home and be alone with my thoughts. I can choose whether to turn my phone on or keep it off. I can walk around naked, (which I did all last night.) Commute aside, I could really get used to this whole living alone thing.
Last Saturday I got some mail at my new address, a Christmas card from
kdc4evr containing a 15 dollar Barnes and Noble gift card. I was so happy! Thank you Gayley! I know exactly what I'm gonna use it on, a book I've been wantig to read called "Language Myths." It's a collection of essays about the misconeptions we have concerning language. Now I REALLY have to get on the ball and send her present out. Gemma's too. I had more, but now I'm tired and don't feel liike writing. Maybe later. Or tomorrow.
