sarcastro

I feel like shit. Very, very, very, very, very tired. My weekend consisted of packing my shit up, putting it in my car, and driving 45 minutes to my new place, come back, repeat. Did that God knows how many times. Oh, since the guys who held me up stole my car keys in addition to my wallet, I haven't had access to my trunk during this move. So I have had to move all of my stuff in the cab of my car. Well, my friend helped my move my desk and bookshelf with her SUV, but this move has easily been the worst I've had to do. I think I got 10 hours total of sleep Friday, Saturday and Sunday. Since I don't have my wallet or drivers license, I have no way to access my paycheck. Since I have no way of accessing my money, I don't have the money to obtain a new state ID. Fuck. I think this would be more bearable if I had someone to tell me things will get better, kiss me and then curl up next to me and fall asleep. The brief moments of social interaction I had this weekend were near couple friends of mine. Seeing them happy and together made me jealous and depressed (on top of the stress of moving with barely enough money for gasoline). I feel like shit.