Sleep Deprived
I am so irritated that I'm actually up and out of bed. I was up at 5:30 this morning because of allergies so I decided to take a drink of the diet Coke that was sitting on the stand near the bed, and spilled it all over the rug. So I had to get up and get the spot lifter and mop everything up. And I couldn't get back to sleep.

And I'm tired.

I haven't had a night that I've slept through the night since December 20. Well, that's not strictly true. I slept when I took the sleeping pills that the doctor prescribed, but they gave me hives so I had to stop taking them.

Last night I was awake when Conan came on, so that means about 1 a.m. I cannot survive on four hours of sleep.

Maybe I can nap later on, especially because I have rehearsal tonight.

I did finish putting up the etagere and even got it anchored to the wall. I couldn't put the stability panel on the way they said to (so it's hidden in the back) but I put them across the side so that the thing won't come down on my head.

Today I'll do the towel rack and the toilet paper holder.

I love that drill!

Power Tools
I love power tools. I only have one, an ordinary drill, but I love it.

Tonight I decided to put together the etagere that I had bought to try to solve the lack of a medicine cabinet dilemma and I started out with the normal tools. After struggling to get a couple of the screws in I was close to giving up, when I decided to get out the drill and see if that would help.

Like buddah.

I had that thing pretty much together in record time, with one error. A door came off and there is no way to get it back on the stud that it goes on if the cabinet is together. So tomorrow I'm going to go out and buy a couple of hinges. It should go together just fine.

I haven't installed it in the bathroom yet, as I think I might need someone to balance it so I can add the stability plates when it's put on the base.

But I am quite proud.

I also installed a new sliding screen door (not exactly rocket science I know) this afternoon. That is going to make a big difference in terms of keeping the air flowing in this place. Now I can get a much better cross breeze.

The next projects involving tools are taking down the old toilet paper holder and putting up a new one (the old one is really ugly and in the wrong spot) and putting up a towel holder on the vanity. Sounds like I should keep the drill out!

I think I might need to find a project that requires a nail gun.... I'd be wicked!

Catholic School Fashion Fallout
I have come to the conclusion that I have parochial school to blame for my clothing obsession.

I attended parochial school K-12 and worked in a Catholic nursing home for six years when I was in highschool and college. So why does this impact clothing in my life - why uniforms of course!

For all those years I was in uniform, and had very little by way of "civilian" clothes. I didn't need them so didn't own them.

Then college was strictly jeans, shirts,sweaters, docksiders, and seasonal outerwear. So that was a uniform of sorts as well.

Consequently, when I started teaching I became obsessed with having clothes. And it's only in moving that I've realized exactly how obsessed. I have given away 16 bags of clothes this week, and have since packed up another 8 bags. And I just opened a box to discover - more clothes! And all of it is current stuff. I think I still have something in the vicinity of 24 boxes that are full of clothes (BIG computer boxes) stacked in the garage that I haven't even considered going through.

Lots of those are fall and winter things, but this is really an illness and I must be stopped. Maybe having a mortgage will curb my clothes shopping, and I think I need to give even more away.

I'm staggered by how much I actually own - and how much of it I do wear. But it's gotta come to an end!

Slogging along
I'm watching too much BBC America, I'm starting to use British expressions and speak with an accent.

I have always loved England, British things, history, so now having British television is becoming addictive. Of course the majority of the shows I'm watching are the decorating and garden shows- and a couple of the fashion type shows, but I can sit for hours and watch them.

Which of course is not condusive to unpacking and organizing. I forget I should be working and sit and gawk at the tube.

I should think that I'd be feeling more inspired to pull this place together seeing my friend Cathy has announced that she's stopping by one day next week. She's on vacation and has never been to any of my apartments (I've known her for 11 years), mostly because the one where I was living when we first met was too far away, and then the one I just moved out of was always too much of a mess to have her see.She is one of those anal people who is always neat, organized and uncluttered. A real minimalist - all the things that I'm not.

Not that this place isn't a mess, but I figure I still have that "I've just moved and am still unpacking" excuse. I believe that the statute of limitations on that is about a year. So I'm good.

But I would like to be in a bit better shape than I am now when she comes over.

I really need to work like a Trojan today, the evening is shot seeing I have to go to my brother's for a family barbecue.

Onward - and out to the garage for the dolly and a few more boxes.

Attack of the bubble wrap
I am convinced that bubble wrap multiplies itself when no one is looking. I bought tons of bubble wrap before I moved, but I think that for every one piece that I started with, two have appeared. There is bubble wrap EVERYWHERE!I'll forget that it's underfoot and step on it, so there is a symphony of popping sounds from time to time. If I weren't so sick of bubble wrap I'd find it entertaining.

So I spent the day emptying boxes, trying to find places for everything, and then just piling it all on the diningroom table or on the floor. But at least it's out of the box.And out of the bubble wrap.

I am saving all the boxes and wrap for when my brother decides to move and we have to start clearing out the family home. We're going to need all this to get 37 years worth of belongings out. I'm dreading every second of it.

Having a huge garage is turning out to be such a luxury. I'm packing away most of the Halloween and Christmas stuff and will put it in the storage section of the garage, so I won't be tripping over it here all the time. It will be weird to not look at some of the stuff year round. Especially the Halloween stuff. Of course, in that I collect black cat items, there will still be touches of Halloween all the time.

I did go out this afternoon and ran errands. I was gone for about 3 hours but it did me good, even if it was only the pet store and BJ's. I got cat food and a case of water, so we're all set around here.

I'm strangely tired tonight, and have the urge to go to bed right now, but I think I'll see if I can push myself to get another couple of boxes unpacked.

A bit better
Well, I woke up far earlier than I should have (or that I wanted to) but I don't seem to be in the same mood that I was yesterday. Now I don't think I'm chipper or Julie Andrews-ish, but I don't have that feeling that I need to scream and jump out of my skin.

Of course, it's early yet.

I'm going through more boxes of "stuff" and trying to determine what I should keep out and what should go into the garage storage area. And in doing this I realize that I've forgotten to leave space on the book-shelves for some of my nicer vases and collectibles, so now I have to shift a bunch of the books AGAIN.

I hung two of the wall shelves that I know held black cat stuff - but I can't remember WHAT stuff. So I've been doing a lot of putting up and taking down. You'd think that that would be a simple task -but somehow it isn't.

I really need to tackle putting the bedroom furniture where I want it so I can unload some of the bedroom stuff from the garage, and I also need to try to put the etagere that I bought for the bathroom. But that is not something to be done when in an impatient mood!

I think that later I'll go out to run some errands, even though nothing is really pressing. I think part of my problem is that I haven't been out of here since Tuesday night and the walls (blank as they are) are starting to close in on me.

Still witchy

So it's six hours later and I'm still feeling like I'd like to pound on something.

It's a feeling as if my skin is too tight and I need to be able to leap out of it. I hate everything around me right now.

The place is a mess and I did very little as far as unpacking and organizing goes today. I did do a ton of laundry - which should have made me happy as I'm thrilled to have a washer and dryer of my own, but basically NOTHING is making me happy.

I tried to take a nap to see if that would help, but some book association from Atlanta called and woke me. Which pissed me off even more. I live in Boston, what the heck do I need with book associations in Atlanta. I'm on all the no call lists, so when I get one of these damn calls I jump down the throat of the person on the other end.

I cooked a piece of chicken for dinner and had some fresh tomato and cucumber with it, but that left me still feeling hungry.

I have a sore throat - which is likely allergy related - and that's not helping matters at all.

This is even one of my favorite nites to watch television, as the good design shows are on HGTV, but they aren't keeping my interest either.

I have only about 100 pages left to read in Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix and even that doesn't interest me.

I don't know what I can do to get out of this miserable place. But I need to do it soon.

Haven't a clue

I have no clue as to why I've decided to start this blog, in that I have a journal that I hardly ever keep up with. It's a spur of the moment thing and I have the urge to write.

I'm actually in a stinky mood and I recognize it as such. I don't know what it is that's kicked it off. I'm in a new condo, I'm in the middle of unpacking, I've gotten rid of a bunch of stuff, and I'd still like to pound something.

It could be the weather, hot, humid, and storms lurking in the air. It's been this way for days and isn't supposed to end until sometime this weekend.

I feel as if I want to jump out of my skin.

Well, isn't that an auspicious start for a first entry. Guess I'll go unpack a box and see if I can get my mood to improve!