I miss my parents. They've been super busy. Well, Moms has been, working for the company she works for. Pops is living on TV dinners, and I'm, well, in pain, and TRYING to get busy going through shit so I don't have to stress about the move. And the packing. OH, the packing. Moving sucks, even though it IS within the same apartment complex. I got to talk to Pops tonight, and it was fun. No matter what, FLOYD DAY is ON in June, as is the "Pink Floyd Experience" in April. Livin' LIFE!!!
Then there's the upcoming surgery. I'm moving the week before, so I'll be coming home from the hospital/"hospice-at-the-'rent's" to boxes of stuff to be unpacked. My best friend and I haven't spoken in over 6 months, so that's not an option. Not that I haven't made the attempt to make amends. LUCKILY, I have "manly" volunteers from work to move all my big stuff, and I will have 4-6 weeks to "gingerly" go through boxes. Not to mention I'm taking a few days off at the end of next month so I can move some carloads and at least get the kitchen and bathroom set up. These two rooms are HUGE things for a female. GINORMOUS!
Can I have my morphine drip NOW, please? Do I REALLY have to go through this one more time before it's all over? Whomever out there has the voodoo doll, seriously...VERY FUNNY. Now take out the fucking pins, okay?