octette

you know, i always thought of myself as someone who travels light. this appears to be completely untrue right now. although… i guess it says something that every single worldly possession i have fits into my dad’s van. idek.

the car needs a new radiator, and a bunch of other stuff. it is going to cost $1315. that is a lot of money. luckily, last year i put my tax return into a cd, and it matured on the 26th. the tax return, plus the interest from the cd, is almost exactly that amount. too bad i was planning to live on that money until i could get a steady job. way to go, car. thanks a lot.

the apartment is almost totally cleaned out. what’s baffling me is this: i swept and washed the floors. now, somehow, all of the floors are dirty again. i am giving up, seriously. i did everything humanly possibly to clean this damn place, and it just doesn’t want to be clean. i’m not really okay with that, but i guess i have to be.

this is one of two suitcases that didn’t make it into the van last night because i had stuff in them i wanted. there’s also three garbage bags full of linens, two bags of food, two travel cups, a bag of things that were supposed to be mailed last week, all my dad’s stuff that he brought upstairs with him, and a bag of garbage.

i feel like we’re never going to be done.

if my car isn’t ready to go by 1 pm, we can’t leave today. right now it’s 10 am. i feel like i’ve been awake forever, but really only since six. i have no idea why i woke up that early, but i did.

everything feels messed up today.