My heart rate is up, my back aches... I'm basically making myself sick because I'm so worked up over this stupid move.
I don't know where I got all this stuff. I don't know how it filled the whole fucking truck.
My brain is melting down once again. I realize this, and yet somehow I can't seem to control it. It's 11:55. I've been sitting in front of the computer for a half an hour wasting time looking at the U-Haul site. Now I'm typing here. I should be loading truck. I'm not.
Can I just... not exist for like 20 minutes? Just 20 minutes.