Ahh the good ol days....
It'll be all right.
The question is: Will I be all right??? I am having a royally shitty day. I just realized that I am tired of packing and I am giving up. Every time I attempt to empty an area -- it gets filled up with more crap. Boxes have taken over the living room to the point where you can't get to the balcony, or sit on 1/2 the couch. I'm to the point where it is scary to be packing because I have reached the point where nothing is of value and it can just either be thrown willy nilly in a box or thrown in the trash. I just finished throwing away all my university notes and papers. That's right, I shredded everything. I no longer have a record other than my degree certificate that I accomplished anything in school. It is a seriously freaky feeling. But why keep it?? It has literally sat there and collected dust for several years now. Neil is playing some online game that has taken over his entire life -- he has made a friend in Australia and together they are trying to take out some evil-doer in their insane cybersphere universe. Meanwhile I have 6 days of Kindergarten to look forward too. Six days of snot, germs, tears, hissy fits, and jam hands. I am too tired for this right now. My house is in total disarray. My life is in complete chaos. Is it too much to ask that the Oilers not lose on the unfortunate and shitty play of a goaltender that hasn't played since the beginning of April????? AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH so much for "cheering me up" I think someone needs to stage an intervention. I have reached MELTDOWN status.
Seriously. I need HELP.