June 23, 2006

It’s official: my haircut is really awful. If your parents think it’s bad, it’s bad. And they do. So it is. Fortunately I found a baseball cap in the back of my closet. I’m not usually a baseball cap person, but I have become one.

Today was more packing and taking stuff over to the Salvation Army using the new wheels. I had a bunch of furniture: nightstands, TV stands, etc, that I wasn’t sure I was gonna keep. Then I decided not to keep them, and my dad got to break them apart with a hammer because I couldn’t find the allen wrenches to take them apart neatly. I had several minor meltdowns of the “why the hell did I decide to do this?” variety, all brought on by dumb things I normally would take in stride. But it’s nothing a nice dinner and several glasses of wine couldn’t fix. My parents were patient and understanding, as always.

Tomorrow I’m going to train in the morning while my parents do more on the apartment—in a way you could say I kind of suck for leaving them to work while I play, but in another way, you could say it will be good for them to get a breather from me, and I’ll definitely come back in a good mood.