I had a nightmare last night. A nightmare! A heart-pounding, jolted-awake, honest-to-goodness nightmare! Aren't I supposed to be an adult or something? Sheesh. Plus it was about someone breaking into my apartment, which is what I worry about when I'm awake so gah, could my subconscious be a little more original next time?
I was very sleepy this morning, after having awoken from the nightmare and laid, saucer-eyed, in bed for a long time before drifting back to sleep somewhere around 2am. This morning as I hit up Starbucks the gal behind the counter told me my drink was paid for. Wha? Thanks, Fairy Starbucks Mother, whoever you are.
I am still (still!) not finished completely unpacking and putting away stuff in the new apartment but after this weekend I am much, much closer. Wonderdad helped me hang curtains and paintings and fix my bike yesterday so things are looking miles better. I still don't have a couch but maybe this coming weekend, just maybe. The sitting options as of late are the floor or the pappason chair. Conducive to crowds this is not. There are no more boxes to be unpacked, simply empty ones to be disposed of. The closets are full and organized to my liking, color-coded and all. The bathroom is clean, the new monkey shower curtain is hung. I've been weeding out belongings to go to the family garage sale that will take place in late July/early August. Things are slowly coming together, the place is looking less like a shit-hole. I still don't like it all that much, as one can tell from the bad dreams my subconscious is generating nightly, but things are at least in place. Hopefully I will also slowly come around.
