A spazzy frazzled mess-of-a-girl

.....yup, that's me.

I'm definitely going to go to a therapist, just for one visit, to get a prescription for valium. After that, I should be just fiiiiiiiiinnnnneeeee.

Decisions:

1. Yes I am moving to Pittsburgh whether I'm scared to death or not, and I am. I very nearly backed out of the whole thing this week. The interview on Monday was one reason; finding out I'd be jacked up to $65K at my current job in DC is another. Hmmm, $65K or unemployment...tough decision, huh. Yeahhh. WTF am I doing. *shaking head*

2. No, I don't want to sign a year lease at this place, but ok I'll consider a 6 month lease if necessary but I think the landlord is being a poop. Pete doesn't have a lease, why should I, especially if Pete's paying the security deposit and most of the rent until I get a job. Seems silly to me. But ok, I'm a woman, I'm screwy and my credit isn't great, so whatever, I'm used to the double-standard of inequality.

3. Yes I am bringing Pete with me to Michigan to meet the family on Labor Day weekend. I don't care if I have to move before then. We're going. That's it.

4. I'm heading off to Floating World this weekend ya'll. Hopefully I will be tied up and flogged into oblivion the whole time and somehow get my brain to turn off. That, and some booze, oughta do the trick.

5. I will make a concerted and deliberate effort to stop spazzing and just roll with it. This is an adventure, but I'm leaving the Plan B and C open in case it fails. I'm keeping my key to my current house, I'm planning weekend visits when needed, and I'm keeping all my friends here, including Peter, as close to me as I possibly can.

A few more weeks, I just gotta get through a few more weeks.

Love, Sassy Girl