I have that familiar fried nerve feeling like I did during thesis. I can’t stay up late anymore while working.
I woke up dripping in sweat from head to toe and I’m not sure why. Didn’t dream, but I hopped in the shower and that’s helping me feel better. I was feeling optimistic earlier but I’ve returned to feeling overwhelmed. They’ll be here at 8 AM tomorrow. That’s currently.. 12 hours from now. Not a lot of time.
My hope was to have all the big packing done by early evening so I could bring my roommate in here and we could watch Howl’s Moving Castle together. I’d cook her spaghetti, mix up some strawberry milk, and we’d watch it together as a final bonding moment. What’s probably going to happen is that I’ll have to hook up my PS4 to her tv and we’ll do it Saturday or early Sunday. Oy.
Right now… whether I follow this checklist or not I’d just feel a little better having some vague idea going forward. I need to implement the Pomodoro method again. I need to have my dinner readily available and something cold to drink while I work so I can re-energize throughout.
Things to pack that I can remember right now:
Lamps
Art box in the closet
Book box in living room
Paint and inks in ottoman
Non-perishable food and some kitchen utensils
Leftover cosmetics and toiletries that I missed the first time through
Move paintings into living room
The television, aww
Task to complete before midnight? Clearing off the center of the floor so I can use the Roomba before morning.
Then in the afternoon tomorrow some of the dear ones want to have a socially distanced goodbye for me in the graduate parking lot.
Again, I’m exhausted. It’s so close to being over. Then I’ll fly back Sunday night and be back in Jersey by the morning. Wild.
I’m at that point again, like with thesis, where the goal seems too far off and impossible. I’m going to work and reach my second, third, and fourth winds, and then collapse. Very tempted to drink coffee in a last ditch effort but… I shall resist.