I went to bed at 2am last night, or something equally stupid. I have concluded I’m probably stressed about moving, as doing things for that was what was eating my brain last night. Well, that and Mike & the Mechanics’ “Living Years”, which, I swear to God, if I ever get a time machine I’m telling that stupid bastard to go talk to his goddamned father before the old man dies, because that fucking song has been stuck in my head for days, and it is just *depressing* as *shit*.
Where was I. Oh yes. Anyway, so I’m performing triage on the downstairs today. I still want to nuke it from orbit, but it’s a little better than it was, and I’m not done yet. *sigh* I’m also listening to Meat Loaf (well, Jim Steinman songs, as I’ve got Pandora’s Box in there too) at full blast, which is cathartic, anyway, and I’ve turned every light in the house on, which helps somewhat.
Still grumpy, though. :P
Cheer up dammit! =)
*laugh*