That stage

[mizarchivist]

Less than a week to go on this move and I've hit the hate everything and pissed at having my life hijacked on just about every level. Saying no to 6 social things I want to do this week and last week, all those no-s piled up like kleenex at the tail-end of a cold... endless chores and prep, holding shit together while QE finishes this fucking house. Then when he comes home, he's wrung out and exhausted and hermit-ing.

fuck this.

ETA: Sleeping helped. My neck hates me, but I'm less ready to set the world on fire for funsies.