Yes, it's me one more time today.
Yes, I have been watching too much Buffy lately. (Am I so depressed lately that I am even willing to attempt to drown out my sorrows in Sarah Michelle Gellar's liquid-eyed wooden attempts to be emotional and kick-ass at the same time? Apparently.)
Still feeling oh-so/not-so, with a whole lot of icky on the side. Damnit if I don't feel out of place and out of sorts everywhere I am. Must be that whole "not feeling comfortable in one's own skin" thing.
Well, things gotta change. And soon.
So I had a fit of proactiveness: Got the personal trainer. Made drs. appointment. Spent more time than I should have on Craigslist. Currently worrying through the chicken/egg process of finding myself a new place to live/telling my roommates I am moving along.
Hate confrontation. Not that they will be broken up about it. But, if nothing else, I am a steady check. One of them is having surgery next week. Somehow, methinks this might not be the best time. But then again, I am really over dealing with the drama.
Hmmm.
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