Moving makes you do weird things.
When I was preparing the “old” house for our upcoming move, I found a bowl in which to heat up a can of soup, but had to eat it with a small soy sauce dish from my sushi set. It was quite sexy.
This morning, on day two of the actual move, I ended up lacking the required undergarments for proper presentation in a polite society. They were in the drawer on top of our antique chairs in the dining room. Isn’t that where everyone keeps their underwear? If you have never experienced it, you really should try it. It feels a bit naughty and incredibly aggrivating all at the same time.
I think this is how sociopaths are formed. They are just forced to move constantly and find the conflicting emotions created by the experience to be something they require to feel normal.
Psychologically, I don’t think I need analysis yet. However, I do think I need to see a doctor because I am quire sure that I am coming down with strep throat. So that’s fun! I’ve got all the time in the world to be sick. What with no bed in which to lay and two of my three children to take care of solo while the love of my life “finishes” up on the “old” house...
I am thinking about simply amputating. I am 40. My neck seems to be disappearing anyway.
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