The Keyhole

The best writing music. So bittersweet.

Look who's come slunking from the far corners of the interweb...'tis I.

"Slunking"? Is that a word? If not...it is now.

I really came onto LJ awhile back to update, and just didn't have time. This white box kind of mocked me for awhile, and then I left to do some all-important-retrieving of the kids from school.

It's kind of a daunting task, re-emerging from the shadows to fill you in on the last nine months of my life.

As it stands , I don't have a ton of time right now. I need to start getting ready for work soon-ish.

I'm back in Traverse City, temporarily, to get some things situated through the courts regarding the kids and us moving to Orlando. It's been hell in a hand basket on wheels, but the ending is vaguely in sight. Also, I am slated to be getting married in June, which is HUGE-MUNGOUS and so very not a big deal at the same time. Right now, I feel as if the bulk of my energy and mental capacity is being eaten up by the impending custody hearing.

I have a job at the local Best Buy. I actually transferred from my store in Orlando, and am a "PSO" (Phone Sales Operator) in which I answer the phone all day and deal with people wanting to know if we have something in stock or how to make their printer work or complaining because their printer doesn't work or...whatever. You can imagine. So it's weird, I work a retail job at a retail store, and am surrounded by throngs of customers at any given point in time, but I sit at a next in a cube and don't move. So it's like getting the best (or crappy?) end of both jobs. Ha.

This is all in a nutshell. I may be back to write more introspective things later...not sure. My intentions are good, I just don't know if I'll actually follow through on them. Heh.

Until next time...

Today's theme song.

When the sun came up, we were sleeping in, sunk inside our blankets...we were dreaming...there are moments when...the world revolves around us

This song is so eerily true to my life. lol

"When we laugh so hard we cry, all the love between you and I, something beautiful..."

-- "No one else will have me like you do. No one else will have me, only you."

Why the hell does this have a play count of 112 on my iPod? I'm going to go shoot myself now.

Why, of COURSE it's significant!

My to-do list seems ever, infinitely LONG. Which is quite terrible because All I Ever Want to Do is Sleep. All I think about is how I want to go home from work, take a "nap" (at seven pm), wake up around nine and walk and write, and then get back in bed around midnight or one-ish. No...I don't care that my room is full of teetering towers of toys and laundry that need sorting, packing, donating, and storing. No, I don't care that I have no clean clothes to wear. No...I really don't FEEL LIKE DEALING WITH LIFE.

It's mostly because I don't know what to do, so I just don't do anything beyond what's absolutely necessary. (Apparently, showering isn't "absolutely necessary".) Especially (mainly? mostly?) in regards to the whole moving thing.

Like...bah.

I'm just...tired. I think so much of it has to do with anemia...the tiredness. My apparent lack of being bothered by the heat (like, seriously, everyone keeps talking about how hot it is, and I've not even noticed at all). The mental cloudiness/confusion. The PICA (grr! Oh, this is such an irritation to me!). I seriously, SERIOUSLY need some iron pills. And spinach. And steak. Lots of it.

And then...some Colace. Haha.

Anyway. I think that would help a lot. (*contemplates stopping at the store on the way home, and then realizes she has absolutely no motivation and just wants to GO HOME AND SLEEP*)

Unnnnnnnnngh.

So. Anyway. I had way more I was going to write about, but...maybe later.