Can I get off the ride now?

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The last two weeks have been... insane. To a level of insane I don't think I hit during my entire dissertation experience. Thankfully it looks like things are starting to settle down, and the number of HIGHLY FUCKING CRITICAL items is being whittled down. We have a date for the movers to arrive. We have a place signed and paid for. We have confirmation (finally) on what will, and will not be moved by the movers. We have a plan to deal with the things they won't move. We have a plan that won't kill us... and will be cheaper.

Now if I could just sleep in a real bed again, I might start to relax and get rested a touch. (A camping cot and sleeping bag don't really do it for me long term.)

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Dear LJ:

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This morning I had cereal. It was cold cereal. The milk may have gone sour, but I couldn't tell because my allergies have really acted up from the cat across the street. I can tell. It's because God hates me, and always has. Why was I ever born?

Then I walked downstairs, and almost tripped over the carpet. My landlord hates me and is trying to kill me, I just know it.

Work sucks. Everyone there hates me. More on that later.

I'm so thankful for everyone on LJ, you all post wonderful things when I say I'm being ignored and that you are too. It's like one big LJ love fest.

But I know you all hate me.

Re: Dear LJ:

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We hate you like a kid hates his little brother - with a passion, but gods help anyone ELSE who tries to take a shot at you!