The old sayings never go out of style

So, I learned a lot this weekend about dread, and the feeling of impending doom. I have never really been afraid of dying, only of you know, whats in the dark. What has always filled me with dread and loathing is the feeling of a horrible, oppressive time coming, when my coasting through life will be jarred by actual tough events. Case in point, this weekend Mom and I had to trash out and finish moving our townhouse in Dallas. We had been there for seven years, and had enough crap in there to fill the whale from Pinocchio. ALSO, I had washed my hands of finding a truck to move in, yet Mom really hadnt stepped up, so there was a huge chance we would have to literally leave our furniture on the sidewalk, and have nothing in our house. Saying I was not looking forward to this would not be sufficient. You ever have those things to do that you kinda touch on suicide as a viable means of getting out of it? That was me. "oh wouldnt it be lovely to fake my own death and get out of homework."

I hate this feeling, because all it does is make this horrible time draw out like a blade. I wish I could turn off this feeling, because it keeps me from having a happy-go-lucky attitude (happily complaining, anyway), and also makes me feel as if I should have worried more. That really sucks.

But, there is a good point of this rant, and that is I figured out that eventually, really, all things shall pass. By next tomorrow, when I wake up, we will have nothing to do with that horrible place in Dallas, and we can fully begin our new life in Denton. Kylie and Ben and Kathy and all of my friends can come over and chill in my fresh new pad, made Greg Brady-style by my mother being there. You cant argue with that.