Excessive

There is quite a few things going on lately, and as it always seems to be the case, it can feel a bit overwhelming, the amount going on, the things we have to do, the stuff that's on our minds. Today was a good day, for many different reasons, but one of those reasons is that a lot was accomplished, and that list of things - those things swimming around in my head - was reduced significantly, and I'm finally starting to let myself get excited for change.

But five hours of sleep isn't enough.

Tonight I went for a beer with my Bekki and Connor at Poachers before heading to see Elliott Brood and Wintersleep just around the corner at London Music Hall.

I've created a kind of relaxation ritual, especially at night or on days off, where I play Torchlight 2 on my one computer, and watch episodes of Doctor Who on the other. It's really quite relaxing, and I enjoy it quite a bit.

I had a disabling migraine today after dinner, most likely because there was 13.5 hours between meals (and the first meal was simply two pieces of toast and a sip of three month old lemonade). It was so bad that I couldn't do anything... even laying down with my arm placing pressure on my forehead didn't bring much relief, and it hurt to lay because the blood would go to my head and it would pound and pound.

I've quite annoyed with this rental bullshit, in that it's been seven days and we still have no response to our application. It's more than halfway through October, and we don't even know if we're moving. It's frustrating, disrespectful and unprofessional. I'm getting quite fed up with the way they're handling this, and I'd like to know what's happening either way so I can plan the future.

Life can weigh so much sometimes.

Today wasn't so bad, although it started off feeling pretty dreadful. I was tired and grumpy, and all I wanted was to be at home in bed, but no, I was at work, it was dark out still and I was working away at getting breakfasts and lunches ready. The day went by fairly quickly and I accomplished a lot... it's funny how short an eight hour shift feels when I'm so used to working nine or ten hour shifts regularly.

I regret not using my time more wisely today, I feel as though I've wasted a precious day off, which makes my stomach drop and weighs my chest down. I was up, woken by an alarm, I made breakfast for Bekki, she left for work, and I stayed up for a bit.

Work is stressful, money is stressful, moving is stressful. I am stressed out, to say the least.

Bekki and I applied to a townhouse rental last night, and generally speaking it made that half of the day very stressful. Unexpected costs, spur of the moment choices, it was a lot to take in such a short period of time. I feel as though I've personally calmed down a bit and I feel okay about it all now... I am a bit scared, but I feel as though I'd be scared regardless of anything. I've run the numbers many times, I've made complex budget spreadsheets, and we make more than enough money to live at this new place, and live exactly as we are now (as far as food, going out for fun, buying books or seeing movies, etc). While I'm in school, it will be a bit tighter, but I mean, it's just... whatever, you just make it work, you just do what you gotta do.