Okay, It’s A Lie

While it is true that I am super glad I have my art space all cleared out, that is about where the joy ends today.  I don’t really know what is going on, but I am not excited about almost being done with the unpacking.  I am not even really excited that I am to the point where the breakables can go into the glass top table.

I did try to lift that behemoth of a t.v. though.  And I knee capped myself and utterly failed to get it on top of its table, but it is across the room now.  I hate not being able to do stuff myself (even if moving the t.v. was very much like what I would imagine trying to tip a cow would be like).

I don’t know what is up today.  I am feeling fragile and lost and can’t quite put my finger on why.  I have a date tomorrow that sounds like it is going to be a lot of fun and, after talking to the guy last night, I am a lot less nervous about.  B and Spacie are coming in on Friday for a fun filled weekend.  The Marmot is showing my art to co-workers (which may or may not result in someone buying something, either way I think it is super nice that he showed them).  There are job fairs coming up and applications have been filled out.  You’d think that everything is going well.

So why do I feel like I want to curl up in a little ball and cry?

Just doesn’t make any sense.

~ by mexalapotis on April 29, 2009.