Today: Do some sinklaundry (bras and underwear), or steal someone’s laundry card if anyone has one up for some stealin’ (and do an actual load). Work frantically on stretches to attempt to do awesomely on the post-fitness test tomorrow. Eat. Read some Hemingway (Hemingway FTW!) and/or Lofts. Try to figure out what Cameron & I are going to do for the Week Of Doom. Stress over Cameron’s court today.
Tomorrow: Take the clothes that I definitely won’t be wearing this summer (sweaters, formal dresses) and pack them into trash bags. Plan essays for Prosterman; drop by Dean Smith’s office and tell her to bite me that I need my paperwork to withdraw, and she can give it to me or bite me it would be appreciated if she could expedite the process. Run the gauntlet with said paperwork. Figure out the process of getting a transcript in about a month (because there’s no point in buying one now when my grades aren’t in). Continue poking my stomach in response to this odd pain.
Saturday: Sort through my clothes - all my clothes. Decide which ones to keep and which ones to toss forever. Alert people that they can come steal my clothes. Repair Cameron’s coat and a few other things I owe to people. Pop Zyrtec like an addict to avoid getting all snuffly from the dust. Decide which sewing projects/materials to keep and which to toss, and pack the sewing stuff up as tidily as I can. Find duct tape or something similar and stabilize my poor sewing machine baby for the trip.
Sunday: Sort through all the papers in my room. Find the ones that are critical and important (high school diploma, etc) and put them together in either a folder or a box. Write at least one essay (probably the short one) for Prosterman. Sort through books; figure out which ones need to be returned to library. Pack them into boxes or something. Discuss who gets what with Jenni… pretty sure she wants everything. This does not sound like I’m discussing a divorce, not at all.
Monday: Sort through everything on my desk, the sinktop, and in the top drawer of the dresser. Keep the essentials; toss all the makeup because I haven’t touched it for over a year and I can get more. Leave out only the things I’ll need for Tuesday and Wednesday. Read some more Hemingway or Lofts. Go by my doctor’s and get my medical records there; hopefully also Baptist and call the nephrologist. God knows as soon as I get up there and relax I’ll get a kidney infection.
Tuesday: Take the two books that I still have back to the FCPL. Pack the remainder of my clothes, leaving an outfit for Wednesday, and strip my bed down. Look at resources for counsellors up in the boondocks; call my childhood doctor and see if they have an opening for me to come in and establish my medical history. Find out where I need to go for Medicaid and Food Stamps because Cameron needs the first and we both need the second. Call the local CC and check their deadlines etc.
Wednesday: Wake up in a packed room. Call Dad and Cameron to make sure all is well and they’re on their way. Continue to give directions via phone when they get lost after hitting Winston. Help Cameron pack stuff into the car as quickly as possible to avoid Dad deciding to pick up boxes and fucking up his back. From there? Dunno. Dad’s. Haven’t gotten past that part yet.