narcissus

I am fucking tired. I spent the past two days finishing my move. Now the new apartment barely has any room to move, we need to organize, do laundry, clean, ARGH! And, someone parked in my space at my old place so I am now blocking two people in. No peace.

My mother is still being a pain about the boy, she's always frustrated now b/c I box and have the boyfriend. She's a great woman, but it'd be nice if she could be happy for me being happy, not miserable / depressed / listless / etc.

The A's beat the Tigers, it was a fun game. Funny, tho, whenever one team was getting the shit kicked out of them, the feeling was reminiscent of watching a Red Sox game. It was sad. My friend and advisor rolled their eyes at me for having Pudge Rodriguez on the bench and Varitek in C position on my fantasy baseball team, but who, in real life, was on the bench yesterday (IR) and who hit a home run (JV)?? No wonder my team's in 2nd place.

Everlast makes these plastic suits that are meant to make you sweat your ass off. I've been wearing the pants to boxing and man alive! I get pools of sweat in them things! Ugh, it's gross but I'd rather do that than chick exercises.