Alright, I finally kinda made it. Only one more day to go at my shitty job. Tomorrow we're all going out for a farewell yum cha lunch. I'm not really a fan of yum cha, but I don't actually mind going there 'cause it usually takes a couple of hours, which is a nice big chunk out of my last day. I hope they don't actually want me to say anything. If so I'll have to put on my shit-eating smile, make up something nice and false about how I've enjoyed my time working there etc.

Also, I'm starting the whole logistical exercise of moving house (which I've decided I'll be doing this weekend). Have to coordinate removalists, borrowing my friend's car, making sure someone is home at my new place to let me in, working out where the removalists are going to park (it's a pretty narrow street, and the guy said they've got a big truck), ummm. Okay, so that doesn't seem like much, but I'm already feeling kinda stressed, worn out and certainly not looking forward to it. But, if I can get all the big stuff done Saturday morning, I'll be feeling better about the whole thing. But still, ugh to packing. Should get started tonight... maybe...

And on top of all that my anxiety and depression just won't leave me alone, and seem to be getting worse lately. Kinda understandable 'cause of all this stuff going on, but man, I could do with a break. Even just one day where I don't have to rely on xanax or have this constant underlying anxiety. I'm really hoping I feel better after this move.