Freaking Out

Can you believe that I'm stressed out about my yard sale? But goodness, I am. Combine that with stressing over the move, and my stomach has been upset all evening. Because everything has been so last minute, I didn't have time to advertise in any of the local newspapers, which would have obviously been the smartest thing to do. Plus, when I asked the land lady she didn't seem too psyched about it, which automatically gives me feelings of guilt, even though that is totally lame, what do I have to be guilty about? I just want to get rid of some (most) of my crap? Taking apart and schleping my loft bed is not fun either. Actually, none of it is fun. I hope that I am able to unload some of my stuff and I'm not sitting around alone most of the day, although I have a feeling, a strong feeling, that is what I will be doing.

Ugh.