Something’s not right.
My eyes feel like they’re on fire.
I can’t sleep at night.
I didn’t even have the energy to have a panic attack at the metro station this afternoon. I thought about it. Waited for the OCD kick in and start what-iffing myself into a state. But nothing happened.
I’m serious people. It’s bad.
I heard yesterday that Johnny Depp and Vanessa Paradise broke up and I didn’t even care!
I don’t know if it’s because It’s 2 trillion degrees outside (with the humidity it feels like 2 trillion and 12 degrees)
Maybe it’s because it dawned on me this morning that I have only one week left to pack up this whole house and move it and I haven’t even called anyone to ask for help or borrow a van or anything.
Maybe it’s because work has been crazy draining for the last couple of weeks and I’m feeling a little overwhelmed.
It’s probably all those things and more.
I probably really REALLY need a break. And a puppy.
I need a month on a beach or in a hammock under a tree. With a puppy.
I need deep breaths and time to rejuvenate skin cells and what have you.
You know, I told you yesterday about my experience at the Unitarian Church last week and I implied that I’m up for other spiritual experiences. I would love to go to a Buddhist or Meditation retreat if anybody knows of a free one in Montreal please let me know. I honestly think this is exactly what I need.
Oh and help moving, and a van. I need that too so, anyone who was hoping to spend hours of their valuable time next weekend carrying boxes and furniture up a flight of stairs,or even just driving up and down the six block stretch to the new house, while I load and unload myself even, gimme a shout. xx