We have one more day left of this year, can you believe it?

I have recently moved into a new apartment with my Rory Pumpkin. It’s a strange place; it has a completely different feel to it than my old place did. It’s quite nice inside; the only 2 draw backs are the fact that we have only 1 phone jack in the whole place and it’s a 2 story apartment; the other is that we have a slight ant problem. I am ecstatic about the fact that I will get to live with my puppy Onyx and Rory, but it’s a lot to take on all in one blink. I feel even more shake and unstable the more I move forward. I never have adapted to change very well I guess. There are tons of things that will be great about our new place, including the fact that Rory and I will soon have our own washer and dryer.

I don’t know what is with me lately, but I just feel entirely emotionally icky. It’s really hard to explain, but I feel as if I am about to embark on another whirlwind of psychotic episodes. Maybe I just need some inner exploring to do again; maybe I just need to let things settle and it will make this all go away; then again, it’s about time for perfection to drizzle away. I seems there is still so much to get done and no energy or stability to do it with.

I have heard Lance is in town and thought about contacting him, but I have decided against it for the time being; the boy needs peace and escape from my wretched torture.

Hmm…that reminds me, if I have forgotten to contact anyone to give them my new address and phone number and they want it, then either email me, call my cell phone, or call my old number (it should have the new forwarding #).

Well, work is piling up, and I should head out soon.