Looks like you’ve got a case of high school on your hands.
I should coin that. I said that to a friend a while back, and now it’s coming back to haunt me. joyous.
So, I found out that in a few weeks my schedule will be switched, which is both good and bad. Good, because I’ll be able to sleep in and I won’t be such an old lady during the week going to sleep at 10:00. Bad, because I have to get used to that schedule. Shouldn’t be bad, though.
If I can make it through this week, I get to spend a full week with one of my favorite people at the beach. I’m pumped, especially since I haven’t been to this beach in 5 years or more.
My moving to-do list is coming together quite nicely. Slowly I’m getting everything checked off. Makes me feel productive. Arguing over the internet makes me feel less productive.
I’m thinking that I might have a case of short-man syndrome, or at least the equivalent. I’m very quick to anger these days, which isn’t how I used to be at all. And then once I’m good and mad, I get all shaky and want to scream. I think though, that I’m responding to my former gullibility and the fact that I’ve certainly been known to be something of a doormat. Hopefully the short-man syndrome will pass and I can find a happy medium.
I can’t stop listening to this:
I know, it’s lame. But I like it.