Space Madness
Aug. 23rd, 2002 04:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aceofkittensI feel really crowded by this room. There's stuff all over. I haven't paid my bills in a while, but I don't know where they are. I have so much junk. The room's strangling me to death.
The SO is coming back down from up north tonight. He will maybe take some stuff away when he leaves again. I am too wigged by other things to really want to think about any of it. The last few days have been stressful. The smoke alarm keeps chirping. I almost took a hammer to it last night.
This LJ thing is bad for me already, I can tell.
Current thought inspired by the Old 97s: If this fucking phone rings one more time, I'll probably lose what's left of my mind.
EDIT: In a stunning display of irony, shortly after posting this entry, I tripped on some of the junk on the floor while running to get the door and skinned my leg in three places. My leg is throbbing like a house on fire while I sit here, feeling trapped. Happy day!
The SO is coming back down from up north tonight. He will maybe take some stuff away when he leaves again. I am too wigged by other things to really want to think about any of it. The last few days have been stressful. The smoke alarm keeps chirping. I almost took a hammer to it last night.
This LJ thing is bad for me already, I can tell.
Current thought inspired by the Old 97s: If this fucking phone rings one more time, I'll probably lose what's left of my mind.
EDIT: In a stunning display of irony, shortly after posting this entry, I tripped on some of the junk on the floor while running to get the door and skinned my leg in three places. My leg is throbbing like a house on fire while I sit here, feeling trapped. Happy day!
