My huge piles of crap don't fall. They pile on each other and get huger. Didn't cry at Best Buy or Sephora, despite the memory card not working in my dumb phone and the Sephora lady making it look like I had glue on my face. Then spent an hour doing a breathing exercise which seems to be what therapy consists of.

I don't have much of a headache right now, and I hear that Noah's going to hug me. I will ignore my huge piles of crap for a few minutes more.

I came home with a noticeable headache, but the 8 hour object-oriented programming class resulted in real tangible knowledge, and went quite reasonably fast. Besides, it was inside and dry and warm, compared to where else I might have been. And due to "winning" a free lunch for the class by agreeing to sponsor a (very) short talk by a financial advisor, there was a good and yummy break in the middle.

I don't think my strength or willpower or whatever comes in small household size; it's only available when the shit hits the fan and industrial strength is called for. When Dad was in the hospital for a month and Mom was cracking under the pressure, I could step up and be a rock. When the issue at hand is something little like making myself get up early enough to jog before work, or getting an early start on all this packing, I completely wimp out.

In this, I am Matt. [feels self up. mmm] I can handle the apocalypse; it's the little-extra-push stuff that makes me wanna curl up under the covers and hope the brownies magically make it happen.

I think Noah hugs are a really good prescription.

Managed Target and the grocery store.

I have had pie! It was delicious apple pie. Tonight? More pie.

Also I scored a rare OOP CD that I wanted (Sugarpie Desanto. I wrote about her in LiTG but that was from the vinyl).

Oh am I dying for pie. Also Noah hugs.

I agree with the wise Buffistas who pointed out that doing what is needed IS strength. Kat, you and K and Lori are all handling this situation wiuth strength and courage, even if it doesn't feel like it.

We unpacked all day. This makes me happy. Still not having phone or TV service, less so.

This is awesome - fake Calvin and Hobbs artwork: [link]

Few historians know of the heartwarming friendship between French Reformation theologian John Calvin and English political philosopher Thomas Hobbes, the latter of whom may or may not have been real, considering he was not even born yet.

Withnail and Pie

We want the finest pies in the world and we want them right here and we want them right now!

I will not be dedicating my life to stripping wallpaper, but it is pretty satisfying. Got maybe 75% of the breakfast nook done, maybe a little more. Fortunately, the breakfast nook is all I have to do. Had my mom's help today, which was nice, and my dad went around filling nail holes and spackling cracks while the rest of us peeled paper off the walls. A pleasant and productive day, which I must try to remember when my shoulders are all sore in the morning and I need to force them to get that last bit of paper stripped. It's up close to the ceiling and in the corner, of course.

Also picked out the paint color for the bathroom, it's called Dim Sum, which just delights me.