Thursday, July 24, 2008

Something is not right with me.

I sold myself short. I've been running around like a drunken flamingo trying to wrangle it all. A 9 to 5, a commute, a social life, keeping up with these insane hours, getting no sleep at night, hoping from place to place. I'm about to move again tomorrow. And then I'm moving again in 2 months. Sometimes, I wonder if living in Philadelphia is worth it. I'm crippled with an unspeakable depression at the moment.

2 comments:

Dig said...

Cheer up Sarah! I thought you loved living in the city?!? You're moving again in two months? Does that mean you got one of those places you were looking at? I'm sure you'll feel much better about the city once you have a place to call your own and you aren't looking to move for a bit again. Besides I thought you really didn't want to move back to the burbs again. I know I can't wait to get out of them.

Cotton said...

SLEEP. I'm hardly one to say that, but I promise just staying in and taking it easy for a night or three will be the best thing for you. Watch some Conan. and relax some. I hope you're better before you realize it.

ps I'm sort of back now, so I can read this and bug you with dumb comments all the time now.