First-Person Narrator

So, my body has a very special reaction to stress. It does stuff that makes me even more uncomfortable! Way to go, body!

With the renovation stuff keeping me out of my house (which creates all kinds of stress about writing, eating properly without access to my own kitchen, research and recreation without access to my belongings, etc., etc.) and away from my job, which keeps shifting rapidly from one extreme of "busy and having to learn all new procedures" to another, I've now got the following fun signs of stress:

* Large patch of eczema on right thigh
* Small patch of eczema on side of left index finger
* Developing eczema on lower lip (I'm hoping so hard that this one doesn't get any worse. I can't stand it when I've got that on my lips. It's so freaking painful, and it makes them swell up and turn a darker color, and everyone tells me how nice I look! It's freaky)
* Canker sore on inside of cheek, right side
* Canker sore on upper gums, left side

Dear Body,

You suck.

No love,
Me

I actually teared up tonight because I couldn't find a can of soup when I was desperately craving minestrone. Sooo pathetic. I want to go home.

I think I may have mentioned before that I have something of an ongoing termite problem in my little house. Well, Jimmy and I were moving all of my furniture and such out of half of my house, so that the renovation project that got started back in September can finally be finished, tomorrow, and we discovered a particularly disturbing example of the extent of my termite woes.
( Horrifying photographic evidence, under the cut! )

So remember that post I made at 1:30 in the morning yesterday saying that I was done moving my stuff?

Lies!

I ended up hauling over a few more boxes, after all, and went to bed around three. My plan was to sleep in, and go to work for a half day in the afternoon.

So the contractor called me at seven, and said that there was still too much stuff in the house and he needed me to come over and move it.
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I'm cleaning off the top of my desk, and putting all of the To Keep stuff in a storage bin to save it from the inevitable renovation dust.

I use a lot of sticky notes! Sometimes, they say very strange things! Here are the ones I've found so far:
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Oh jeez. I'm exhausted before I even begin, today.

Just packed up most of my yarn stash.

I look around, and all I can see is how much more I need to do before Tuesday.

When am I going to find time to write, in all this?

I don't think I've mentioned here that I'm going to be living with my parents for about two weeks (maybe less, maybe more) starting Tuesday.

Dad's hired a - Actually, I dunno what they are. A small-scale two-person renovation company? Anyway, these guys - to come take out one of the interior walls in my tiny house, take out the swamp cooler and the nonfunctioning gas heater, and install an airconditioning and heating unit. The results should be great.

The time during which myself, my two cats, and most of my furniture will be next door with Mom, Dad, their dog, and their cat may be a little less great.

But I'm sure it'll be good fodder for LJ entries, if nothing else...