Here I am.

I've been so busy lately that I've neglected other areas of my life. #1 is that I missed my mom's birthday. There's no excuse for that. Sure, I called on her birthday but I didn't get a chance to get to the post office until yesterday. How much do I suck? #2 is that I still haven't unpacked from my move. I have lived in my apartment for over 2 months now. The walls are still bare. There are still boxes everywhere. It's like I'm afraid to settle in or something. #3 is that I have a lot of work to do for Grammar Rodeo, and Pete's just waiting on me to do stuff so he can finish what he needs to do. I'm a slack-assed ho. #4-273 are all tiny little things that are sitting in the back of my skull, poking at me, poking at me.

My stomach is up to no good. Everything I eat goes right through me. I'm also most likely dehydrated. My nerves are shot. My hands keep shaking. I've got a dull pain residing over my eyebrows that doesn't seem to want to go anywhere. My jaw is hurting from being constantly clenched.

Rationally, it's just another mid-twenties crisis. It'll pass. I have one every 4-6 months. I just wish that life would even itself out. That I could just sit back and live it for once.

Ech. Back to work.

Note to self: do not miss Fathers Day.