2006-05-18
One year.
So here's another strange anniversary to add to my list: it has been one year since John dumped me and I turned into The Horrible Sobbing Monster Who Consumed Tokyo (and Many A Container of Ice Cream). And how did I celebrate this milestone? By waking up this morning in the middle of a full-fledged panic attack. That's right, my psychosis is so refined, I don't even have to be conscious to be crazy.
In all honesty, it isn't the one-year mark that caused it. It's really just a culmination of a lot of bad situations and stress. Work is absolutely insane at the moment; we're being audited next week, so everyone is in full Chicken-With-Its-Head-Cut-Off mode. Then there's the roommate situation: my landlord let me know that they were notified months ago (and yet, I found out last week) that she was moving out by Monday, but she hasn't packed up a damn thing and I haven't even seen her in four days. I've been trying to show the apartment, but it's not easy trying to find someone to move in when I don't even know when this roommate is moving out. Ugh, I just need to live alone again. Sure it was horribly isolating and lonely, but at least I didn't have to deal with other people's crap.
So anyway, blend that all together, and you get a really bad day. Oh well, it's got to get better....right?
corin82 at 11:26 p.m.