All Things Profane and Sacred

By the time this week ends, I'll have taken the bar exam, packed all of my stuff into storage, cleaned out and said good bye to my house, moved myself into a friend's attic, set up Sadie Mae in another friend's house, taken Jude back to the vet for a reassessment on whether he has arthritis, and hopefully have signed a lease (fingers crossed-prospective landlord will let us know by the end of this week). Prospective thanks to everyone who is helping me accomplish these things-especially S who is doing super-double duty dealing with getting a city permit and set up so as that I can park the storage on the curb for a few days, helping me with the storing of the shit and letting me squat in her attic for a month until I find a place to live.

Right now I just feel antsy. I want action-I don't want to think about getting these things done, I just want to do them. It'll all be over, one way or the other, soon enough. Until then, I sit down and study for 15 minutes, stand up and wander around aimlessly, clean some part of my house, sit down and study a bit more, wander over the the computer and fuck about, study, pack some shit, clean, study, repeat. I think I'm getting stress induced ADD. Help! I need study drugs!