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Wednesday, July 13, 2005
I've been pretty calm about moving, but today I'm freaking out just the tiniest little bit. It's just so much change all at once. Good change, but still, the idea of packing just makes me want to scream and flail about on the floor. Wah! Wah!
I'm really looking forward to building a home with Dennis from scratch, though. He lived in the love shack for years and years (and with a previous wife for a while) before I moved in, and even though I made a lot of changes, at some level it is still his place. It's hard to find a way to say that without making it sound like he did something wrong; it wasn't that at all. I'm just going to enjoy starting something new with him.
But, yeah, the freaking out isn't helping. I feel like I'm like an overstimulated kid who can't take one more second at Chuck E. Cheese. I might start spouting gibberish and waving my arms in the air if one more form of distraction presents itself. What will be the straw that causes the camel's psychotic break? No one knows. Makes life more interesting, doesn't it?
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