Last night on ‘Scrubs,’ the janitor said a line that I absolutely love– ‘Tugboats and arson. That’s all I ever get from you guys.’ He had asked his friends for advice and, quite literally, they suggested those two tactics. Beautiful.
In spite of the rather large amount of stress I’m dealing with at the moment, that line had me laughing. Tugboats and arson. For some reason it just seems fitting. I’m out of ideas at the moment, and some of the issues dancing through my head seem impossible to fix. Strangely, this has nothing to do with multiplicity or trauma. Ok maybe the last one, but it’s a stretch. It’s largely financial. I’ve got bills to pay with no idea of how I can pay them, I’m planning a move with nothing but about $800 and some clothes (and a cat who I will *not* be separated from), and then there are tuition bills to finish a degree I’ve put blood, sweat, and tears into.
I’m just ranting. Last month a friend of mine told me she felt tired and puffy, but as a girl, she was *supposed* to feel tired and puffy sometimes. I can definitely relate.
And *that* is the Week So Far– grumpy, stressed, and deeply confused.
At least I’m doing something, though. Even the smallest bit of action means I’m still moving forward.