Eff You, Stress!

[anogete]

mist72 has a DA store! I ordered a print of this piece, and it arrived in the mail today. I love it, and I've already framed it in preparation for its place on the walls of the new apartment.

I'm going to make myself sick over this moving thing. Anxiety is my weakness. I'm so susceptible to being taken over by it. I just sit here and worry about every little thing that could go wrong. I've even thought about the gated entrance and how they leave it partially open during office hours. What if I can't drive the big bad U-Haul through the small entrance. Will my code to work the gate open the gate the rest of the way? If not, what will I do? How will I get my furniture in? Why the fuck am I worrying about something stupid like that?

And why did Jason and I get into some huge argument over a fan last night? A little four-inch diameter fan. We're cool now, but I threatened to sleep on the sofa over a fan. And I'm not completely to blame for this. He's high-strung right now, too.

Oh, and I got a grand total of two hours of sleep last night. Can it just be Sunday already? I want to transport myself into a future in which all my shit is put away in the new place.

Work was especially rough today. My personal workload was rather hefty, and I had promised to take on payroll this week since Payroll Girl is having a family crisis. Between that and the anxiety and constant worrying, I'm beat.

I have a love/hate thing with Robin Thicke and his song "Lost Without You". Part of me adores the song and thinks it is super sexy. And then there is the part of me that says, "For real? Do you hear those ridiculous lyrics? You want to stay warm and get out of the cold with me? You want to make eyes and get Norwegian wood with me? Dude. Seriously?

And, for the record, whoever told Robin Thicke to cut his hair: THANK YOU. World of a difference.

Comments

[mist72.livejournal.com]

Dont worry, A. Things will work themselves out (I have a bad habit of swimming in anxiety sometimes too and I always feel like a dork afterwards.) In fact the gate-thing sounds like something I'd stress over :P

You ROCK for reccing my art. Ta! xoxoxo How does it look?? I need to order some prints myself to see the quality. You're the first :) AND you ordered a Fine Art Print! Gah! I am so thrilled. Thanks again.

Anyway, when I am feeling overwhelmed, theres this geeky mantra of karate master Mr. Miyagi's (his version of counting to ten) that I like to say. Take a deep breath and say to yourself: "Sun is warm. Grass is green."

Scarily enough, it works for me :P

[bleedtoblue.livejournal.com]

I'm sure the move will be fine. *hugs* I'm sorry it's so stressful for you.