return of worry
Jul. 20th, 2005 07:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
egypturnashFiveish, I wake up. Still kinda on Boston time, I guess. My stomach's poking uneasily at last night's dinner.
It's been lurking in the back of my mind and just jumped out: What the fuck am I going to do? A week and a half for me to get all my shit packed, and it and me out of here. With next to no money. No firm destination.
I'm living a furry fandom cliche, and then some. Couch surfing with no idea where the next couch is. Probably my mother's place. If I can get my stuff back down there. And me.
And this stupid eighties song is playing in my head.
There's been some vague discussion about shipping my stuff Wherever, but... I need to figure it out. Now. There's no more time. I have to get all my crap back into the boxes in the garage. I can't even figure out where to put this handful of PS2 games. I know they came from a box that has all the rest of my DVD-format games in it, but I can't find the fucking thing.
I could say that I should've been practical and cancelled my trip to Boston last week and packed my crap then, but... it was well worth the increased worry now. Being loved for a week is a new thing to me.
It's been lurking in the back of my mind and just jumped out: What the fuck am I going to do? A week and a half for me to get all my shit packed, and it and me out of here. With next to no money. No firm destination.
I'm living a furry fandom cliche, and then some. Couch surfing with no idea where the next couch is. Probably my mother's place. If I can get my stuff back down there. And me.
And this stupid eighties song is playing in my head.
There's been some vague discussion about shipping my stuff Wherever, but... I need to figure it out. Now. There's no more time. I have to get all my crap back into the boxes in the garage. I can't even figure out where to put this handful of PS2 games. I know they came from a box that has all the rest of my DVD-format games in it, but I can't find the fucking thing.
I could say that I should've been practical and cancelled my trip to Boston last week and packed my crap then, but... it was well worth the increased worry now. Being loved for a week is a new thing to me.