Wednesday, February 4, 2009
I so totally have to get my head out of my ass. I'm moping around here like somebody kicked my puppy. This transition stage where I'm phasing out my life here is seriously wearing me down. I'm ready to move on with it and be done with the move--not ready to leave my friends behind, but ready to be past the dread of it. I can't sleep, I'm constantly cruising the kitchen in search of something to nibble on, and man, am I IRRITABLE. Despite not wanting to ruin what time I have left here with these friends, I'm pouting like a four-year-old. We're almost completely finished with the packing. I think 2 more hours will round it out nicely for me, and Marc has a few other things to do, but really, it's all minor stuff. The apartment is a disaster zone, though, and I've run into a new glitch. Because the couch had to be moved before we left with the TV and the rest of our things, we moved the bed into the living room. That way we would have somewhere to hang out and watch movies on my off nights, and the hubby would have a place to sit and chill while I am gone to work. The problem that I didn't think about was that since we're sleeping in the living room, my working out first thing in the day while he's still sleeping is going to take some maneuvering. Unfortunately, I didn't think of that until my alarm went off today, and it was too late to do the necessary maneuvering. I'll make the changes in the morning, though, and should be good to go for tomorrow.
In the meantime, here are some pics of the baby girl that I took the other day when Sadie was at the house, and I was playing with my new lenses. And, yes, she hates to have her picture made.