SupaCoo

I have been in a bit of a funk the past two weeks (wherein “bit” and “funk” are complete understatements and really I should say “I have been contemplating the meaning of life and the space-time continuum with accompanying suicidal notions”), and I apologize for not blogging. I *USED* to be really loyal with this but I have had life sucked out of me a bit and haven’t had much motivation.

HOWEVER. Things are finally starting to look up a little. I realize it was just two weeks ago that I cried for 90 minutes straight about not owning a hair dryer and how I thought the world was ending and I OWNED A HAIR DRYER IN GERMANY, DAMMIT, I SHOULD HAVE STAYED THERE. Everyone told me things would get easier (blah blah blah) and i would love it again and even that made me cry because I didn’t WANT things to get easier and I didn’t WANT to love it again. I wanted to be in Germany with our easy little uncomplicated (for the most part) lives.

So basically? I’ve been a real champ to live with lately. Awesome ball of hysterical emotions. Couple that with the stress of buying a house, of having everything you own in boxes, saran-wrapped up on pallets, in a garage. Oh, and times it by the fact that you’re living out of a suitcase in the ATTIC of a garage. And I’m not complaining or anything (really, it might sound like I am but I’m not) because we have a free, decent place to stay (even if it IS a garage), we have a free truck to drive (even if it is a total POS).

But things are improving, albeit not as quickly as I’d like, and before I know it I’m sure I’ll be back to my regular old rock and roll lifestyle of past.

Until then… there’s still tears, just not as many.

May 14th, 2010 | Category: sucky | Subscribe to comments | You can skip to the end and leave a response. Pinging is currently not allowed