resorting to listing

I've been wanting to blog for awhile. Really. I've been wanting to be just overflowing with creativity and wit and poety. I've been wanting to have enough sleep to reach the level of brain functioning that would allow this. AND IT JUST HASN'T HAPPENED.

I've been sad about this. When my level of functioning is high enough to register emotion. Honestly apathy and good-enough have been a way of life for the last little bit.

But I do want to keep y'all informed. So here it is, condensed:
-I moved.
-For the first move in my life, as far as I can remember (and I've moved a lot) many days have elapsed and I am not yet unpacked.
-Tonight I put all the crap I can't (really, I just CAN'T) deal with yet into one corner. So I can pretend the rest of my house is nice and organized. And not just empty.
-I was sad to leave Cedar Pointe and it's dorm-like atmosphere, along with my "It's A Small World" performance partner.
-But VERY happy to join what seems to be yet another dorm-like community on Lorne Street.
-I was closely observed by about a million friends while on a blind date.
-I was touched and filled with joy by the number of friends who showed up to lend a hand on moving day. And their unique talents and contributions. Like the one who installed a new outlet, upon mild request, in my kitchen. Who also hung the mirror that has for so long been unhangable. And the ones who put my books away in the most logical order - organized by size. And the one who made me realize from whom I learned to taste mysterious white powder on hard surfaces. And the ones who stopped by on their bike ride. And the ones who are only five years old, and so have the carrying capacity of... well... pitiful old me. And the ones who showed up unexpectedly. And the one who brought two month old cinnamon rolls. And the ones who lifted everything heavy. And the one who made sure I didn't. And the one who drove the big truck. And the one who poked me and threw plastic insects at me. I really appreicate you all. REALLY.
-I finished Part One of Season Six of Sex and the City. And I'm mourning the end. I don't know if I can bring myself to watch these last twelve episodes. What will life be like without Charlotte, Carrie, Miranda, and Samantha? How will I keep them alive in my heart?
-I'm thinking I might need to get into Six Feet Under again. And maybe start over from the beginning.
-And never watch Twin Peaks again - which a friend told me tonight she was doing.
-I ALMOST quit my job.
-But I didn't.
-But who knows... give it some time and it just might quit me.
-I'm still going to the library Mondays and Fridays.
-And exfoliating my face MWF.
-I was awarded the Dream Award for March at my Sensaria team meeting. Big honor. Really.
-I got my teeth cleaned. And really liked the hygenist. For the first time. They're usually ditsy or annoying or both or something just as bad. But she was great. We actually had genuine conversation. And admire some of the same people.
-I had breakfast for dinner with my meal club friends.
-I got one night of good sleep (last night) after learning about "sleep hygiene" in my Assessment and Treatment Planning class.
-I got the grand idea to become better phone friends with some already established but not regular phone-friend friends. We'll see if they reciprocate.

And that's about all. Now I'm going to sleep. I hope.

P.S. Here are some at-home times for SJSP, and anyone else who cares (11th: before 2 or 3-6, 12th: maybe eve {SATC??}, 13th: 3-5, 14th: eve {SATC!!}, 15th: 4-6or7or8, 16th: not really).