Fun Times

It looks like I have about 6 more weeks until I have to move up to Connecticut. I spent the six weeks prior to my last move pretty zonked out on Xanax most of the time, and it looks like this move won't be any different. The amount of jackassery at work is multiplying exponentially, and it has me a little freaked out. I'm sort of half expecting to hate life once I move. Also, moving several hundred miles by myself is a little terrifying. It was hard enough having to move out- and live by myself for the first time- in the same area, where nothing else changes... Same job, same friends, same doctor, etc. So anyhoo, I'm a bit stressed out. Really, the past year has never made me feel more grateful for modern pharmaceuticals. If it wasn't for Xanax, I'd surely be rocking back and forth in a padded room somewhere. Now it's time to start packing and planning. Luckily, this time, my company will be footing the bill for the move. I get to have a truck and people to load it for me. At least that will be nice.

In other news, I started reading The Exorcist a couple days ago. It's fucking scary. I saw the movie when I was 12, and my mother was pretty upset when she came home as it was ending. I told her I didn't see what the big deal was- it was a creepy movie, but not exactly horrifying. Then she went into one of her speeches about how different things were back then, and it was a huge deal when it came out, blah, blah, blah... I'm sure being 12 I couldn't care less and tuned it out. But the book (as is generally the case) blows the movie out of the water. For two days I've been sort of afraid of my refrigerator because it makes random knocking sounds.



I also had a brief foray into online dating. Then ended pretty quickly after getting a message from a super creepy guy telling me he's into torture porn. That's just what the ladies love to hear. Now I don't want to date again ever. I think I'll just live alone in a crappy apartment for the rest of my days, with my tortoise and Spencer. Eventually I'll get a cat. I found a tiny condo near my company, so I can buy that and live there pretty cheaply until my heart gives out from eating copious amounts of cheese. That's certainly preferable to winding up in torture porn guy's basement.

That's my exciting life these days. Stay tuned for posts detailing my possible nervous breakdown over the next six weeks!