X-men Unconventional Ships

I am so tired.

The neighbors got a new dog and they are the kind of people who believe that animals belong outside, period. So this puppy was barking and barking and howling all night. At around 2am it finally stopped. Then it started again at around 6:30am. I tried so hard to get back to sleep, but I had to get out of bed at 9am anyway to make my dentist appointment, so I just curled up and closed my eyes and listened to a podcast. Rest is better than nothing, I guess.

So on four and a half hours of sleep I went to the dentist and got my teeth cleaned. It was so relaxing, it was better than being at home, which... yikes. But I mean hey. Air conditioning, a big comfortable chair, and that really nice soothing whooshing sound of the cleaning tool. I almost fell asleep getting my teeth cleaned.

The dentist also examined my crowned tooth and even took an X-ray that he didn't even charge me for, just so that he could make sure there was nothing wrong with it. No infection, anyway; he made a slight adjustment to it, thinking maybe the pain was from the shape being a little off and me putting too much pressure on it when I chew. So that's all good! Phew.

Tomorrow (today) I have off, so I'm going to head downtown to donate more stuff to GoodWill, stop by the used book shop to see if they're interested in buying any of my small stack of Read But Didn't Really Love So Don't Wanna Keep books and a few nerdy collectibles I haven't been able to sell. I need to buy more packing supplies too, so I can get started packing up this bedroom.

Things are still chaotic and stressful but... coming together. Slowly.

Oh my god.

The moving crew I hired comes to get everything and take it to the shipping facility one week from today.

I have a dentist appointment tomorrow morning.

My last two days at my job are tomorrow and Friday.

We have DnD this Sunday.

I have to pack. I have to do laundry. I wanted to visit all my friends one more time each but I don't have time. I'm out of time.

I woke up this morning and the first thing I saw was Blair going wild on discord because, yes, finally, we were approved for our apartment. We got it. The one we wanted, even.

Rather than grow immediately ecstatic, I deflated completely as a huge amount of stress dissolved from my body, and I started to cry.

You guys. These people made us jump through so many insane hoops. Every time they promised we had done everything they wanted and told us it would be just a day or two more, they would go silent for a week and when one of us would follow up, there were suddenly MORE forms they required. The one they sent to my future employer had to be sent again because she didn't put N/A in the spots that were not relevant to what was being asked of her. That added an additional eight days of wait time. Eight. Days.

I was so sure that by the time we finally got through, there wouldn't be any more units left. This was supposed to take a week. It took two months. But we got in. I am overjoyed.

Still stressed. There's a lot more to do still, with the actual move. And with transferring my license. And I'm experiencing bad tooth pain now so I've got to try and get into the dentist before I leave hopefully? But we got a place to live!

This is one of the biggest compliments I have ever received for a piece of my writing. :3