1. I can’t wait for this damn move to be over! The end is in sight though. I’ve got movers coming on Monday to get the rest of the furniture out, and then I can clean up and hand over the keys and be done with it.  It’ll be so nice to have all of my stuff where I’m actually living again. We’ve begun the slow process of integrating my stuff with the rest of the apartment…  Getting there, slowly but surely.

2. I can’t wait for this damn work project to be over! The past couple of weeks have been nothing but bug fixing and tweaks because things weren’t quite right… and I’m getting so tired of it! I just want this project to be over so I can move on to the next thing and get paid! I’m dreading waking up in the morning because I’m so bored!

3. I’ve totally fallen off the wagon when it comes to the whole cutting back on soda thing. I think with the moving and the work stress, I’ve just sorta said “fuck it” and just given into my whims and desires, which is probably not the greatest thing in the world. Gotta get back on the wagon for September!

4. I spent my Saturday night making myself a list on Twitter of “People Who I Give A Shit What They Tweet.”  I follow a lot of people on Twitter. The number as of today is 732… and it seems to grow as I keep being addicted to giveaways and Twitter’s one of those places where I’m just like, “Eh… I’ll add you. Maybe you’ll be interesting and I’ll get to know you.” The trouble I’ve been noticing lately is some of my favorite people are getting lost in the shuffle of more prolific tweeters. So I made myself a list….. Apparently out of those 732 people, I really only strongly care about 120 people.

5. I really don’t like organizing things. Seriously, it’s not my strong point at all.  On Thursday evening, James and I were organizing the storage room for my stuff (which will eventually be my craft room / walk-in closet) and moving stuff that had been deposited into the living room in there… I spent the whole time just feeling like I was in a daze not knowing what to do unless he was telling me what to do.  It’s like, I’m totally incapable of knowing where to put stuff. I just want to pile it all on the floor and call it good.