Got home from work and sent the Wesley off to work. Finished my mid-quality cinnamon bun from WaWa. Not ready to go to sleep just yet.
While Wesley has done a fantastic job of getting the moving truck and storage unit ready for the move this Friday, it's the actual moving part that I am dreading. I hate moving. I don't mind physical activity and that's not my reason for disliking moving. I just do not like putting my stuff in boxes and bags and whatever else, hauling it across the county, and then unloading it. I guess I'm worried I'm going to leave something behind. Oh yeah, and that whole giving-up-all-my-freedoms thing.
I don't mind Sellersville, it's closer to Wes' friends, but it is twice as far from mine. I don't see my good friends as regularly as Wes does (although I'm not sure why this is), so I suppose it makes sense to be closer to his. Well... I guess his good friends are my good friends. So I'm moving closer to some of my good friends and way far away from some of my other good friends.
I like my house. And my freedom. And the responsibility. I don't wanna move :'(
I'm going to be a suicide concern as of Saturday morning.
Also, I've decided that I blog not because I'm trying to be profound or highly interesting or because I'm in need of attention. I do it because I enjoy writing and sharing stories. With the exception of my posts about The God Delusion, I tend to be pretty lighthearted and 'journaly' with my posts. If no one reads them, I don't care. If no one comments, I don't care. I know I'm liked without the superficial bull-shit.
Maybe time to read and think about sleep. No work tonight. Might be going to The Sumney with my Wesley for one last hurrah before we leave the area. I will miss seeing cute Mike the bartender. And half priced drinks for ladies on Wednesday. Boo...
*couldn't think of a better title, so I dedicate this to you, Wes. bahahahaha
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