Tired

I wish there were a magic pill I could swallow that would allow me to wake up on Thursday after everything has been packed--no, better yet, wake up the first week of January after everything has been moved into my house.

If my friend Jessica were reading this she'd say It's called a fist full of ambien!

I'm so tired. Just woke up from a 2-hour nap that put a hault to my production. I'm also in the process of writing a very long poetry analysis paper and finishing some other last minute assignments. Man I'm such a last-minute loser.

...Wondering how much it is going to cost to rewire the house
...Wondering if hardwood in the entire main level is a good idea
...Wondering if I should replace the bathtub and toilet upstairs
...And the downstairs shower
...Wondering how much it will cost to encapsulate the crawl space
...Wondering why I care so much about these things now and didn't when I lived there 3 years ago

I am being a picky bitch. Yuck. But it is just that I want everything to look and feel perfect. I'm older now and know more of what I want whereas when we bought it I was newly 20 and was just so excited to be in a house and not a campustown apartment!

Well enough perpetual time-wasting. Time to finish that paper and go to the tanner.