|The facts were these...
||[Jul. 19th, 2009|09:47 pm]
My mood has become terribly erratic. Vacillating constantly between fury, lassitude, and panic.
While I am relieved to have successfully secured a storage unit, and at a very reasonable price, I am now unsure of whether my things will fit in it. I suppose it is not the end of the world if they won't, however, I am not sure how I'll get the things that don't fit back to Massachusetts if that proves to be necessary.
Likewise, upon arriving home from the mission to get the storage unit, I had a sudden moment of panic over how much is left to be done, and how little time I have left to do it. Since walking in the door at 7:30pm I have been filled with a nervous energy. I've tried my best to transform that into productive motivation, but with only barely passable results. Things have gotten done, but not enough... I think it may prove to be a very long night.
While I have still been beating myself up or my failures, self-imagined and real, I have found that there are too many pressing distractions to really get into it with myself. I am guessing that after a full week of living at my folks' and being back at work, I'll be more ready to return to the introspective self -hate crime of my previous posts.