I feel a little over stimulated. I want to sit by myself in a dark room and calm down.. but that's not an option.
Here are the Things Stressing me Out
1) The climbing class is a lot of work, and I can't seem to get the money or the proper practice for it. I still need one piece of equipment --which is an PAS or anchor system. I need to have more time to clime and someone to climb with me.
2) The tax guy still hasn't contacted me back and I need to have the taxes done or figure out what I'm going to so next..and I need to know how much I'm paying him.
3) My relatives are visiting next week in a family reunion. They are all going to meet-up in Portland and so, I have to devote my next weekend to doing that.
4) In Portland, I was going to stay with my mom and dad at a hotel, but since I'm awake at night, I don't think that will work out. I need to have my own hotel room. Also, my parents don't know I'm working nights, and they will disapprove. ..I need to plan my trip
5) Inspection is coming for the house I'm staying at. I need to get my stuff out of there and find some place to sleep during the day.
6) My job is tiring me. I don't know how to eat and sleep...and not feel exhausted/groggy.
7) I keep skipping out on the groceries, which forces me to waste money buying food.
8) The elitist side of my family is meeting up. The elitist side of my family actually thinks I'm retarded. I'm not looking forward to telling them I work in a warehouse and that I've been a screw-up for most of my adult life. ...despite obvious opportunities.
9) My Car needs the love. I think one of my tires has a slow leak and it needs to get its oil changed.
10) I still owe money for this month's rent, and I need to worry about next month's rent.
11) My Teeth constantly hurt and the peroneus longusleg muscle on my right side tends to cramp up. My knees hurt when I squat to lift things at work..it has caused me to occasionally use my back to lift things...naughty naughty
12) Bra Problems
13) never see sam
Ok, that is all I need to worry about right now. Let's figure our solutions....
1) On the climbing class. Let's do our best. It doesn't matter if we pass the class. It wold be nice, but it never hurts to receive more instruction. ..the PAS anchor system will be bought before class on Friday ..and just make the time/money to climb at a gym once a week...until someone joins you. Next week, sneak off to a climbing gym in portland at least once.
2) Wait, if he doesn't contact you by the end of next weekend. File an extension with IRS.
3) Just do it. After climbing class on Friday, if you are safe to drive, book it to Portland. Use that trip to get you tired enough to stay awake during the day. Sunday during the day, book it back. If you are too tired, sleep in your car for a bit.
4) Tell your dad about your situation. It's not flattering, but you need his help.
5) Try to clean up for a few minutes a day during the week. Think about good places to sleep during the day.
6) I don't know what to say on this one. Maybe see if you can take a day off sometime. ..this job shouldn't last forever. Figure out a plan for quitting.
7) Groceries are good, but just buy your food this week ..and possibly next week...till you can figure out a system for getting food.
8) Uh, bite the bullet.... They can think what they want, but at the end of the day, everybody goes home.
9) Check your air pressure before work. See i you can clean your car and get an oil change. .....I'm doubting this will happen, but it's important.
10) Get climbing gear, get taxes, feed self, go to Portland, pay rent....ask for help in going to Portland. ..pay your rent as soon as your can.
11) Fucking take care of your teeth. and I don't know what you need to do to your leg,,,but figure it out. Don't use your back to lift things...uh i don't know....homework
12) don't wear a bra if you can avoid it. You need to do some homework on this.
13) Can't do shit about that...just try to see him when you can.
Mat and I went to the Jade Garden, only late night establishment open at 1:00am. It felt like a Noir movie.
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