Speaking of, last night I allowed myself to feel sorry for me and did a bit of a food binge. Actually, a hell of one. I was so stuffed I couldn't fall asleep. I haven't done anything like that in a very long time. I was feeling pretty rotten yesterday, though. Depressed and angry.
I am feeling much better today, and am happier knowing that I have someplace to go to, and some sort of plan. I felt like I was dangling there for a while, and I greatly dislike that feeling. I don't need to have much of a plan, just a general idea of the next step is usually good enough!
It's going to be difficult to get moved in the limited amount of time I have to do so. I've already requested the last Saturday of the month off so I can get some help in moving the furniture. My hope is to have all of the small stuff up there by then. I think that's some wishful thinking, but I've got to get it done. Not sure when I'm going to get any homework done in the next few weeks; but the way I figure it, in this instance I have to take care of me first. No home, no school. Unless they're willing to let me bunk on one of the massage tables at night, that is.