Our closing date has been pushed back. Again. Don't ask.
We won't close until next Thursday and Friday.
I took vacation time this entire week to pack and move. I have no more time to take. Everything we own is boxed up. No pots, no pans, no dishes. Almost all of our clothes are packed; I left out just enough to get us through to Saturday.
We literally have no food in the house. I thought we were moving tomorrow.
We're told we can put things in the garage of the new house, except that the garage of the new house still looks like this
I have to go to a wake tonight and a funeral tomorrow.
I still have the tortured screams of Nick Berg ringing in my ears.
I have about 50 pieces of mail received since last night accusing me of advocating genocide. At least that I can deal with by explaining to myself that those people are idiots who cannot comprehend what they read.
The rest of the stuff? I am about thisclose to a nervous breakdown. All I want to do is throw up, cry or scream. Or all of the above.
And I haven't even watched/read the news or a blog since yesterday morning. I imagine I probaly shouldn't at this point.
I'm a camel in search of a straw.