I'm beginning to think cancelling the landline was a bad idea. I need to learn how to NOT answer the phone when my mother calls. At least, not every time. And not after 10 at night. Getting to sleep when I'm all worked up is next to impossible.
Other things I'll mull over as I try to get to sleep:
Will there ever be a time when my mother feels as bad for me as she does for my brother?
Why the hell did I wait so long to move out of this city?
Will it be possible to vacuum, clean up, and pull some weeds tomorrow, while making pasta salad and wrapping a birthday present, and also taking a shower and getting ready to leave, all before 11:00 am? God help me, this open house better go over well.
Is it fate that someone sprayed a big freaking graffiti down the street from my house, 3 days before my open house? "Welcome to the Ghetto - aka The West Side. Wanna buy a house?" I'll post a pic tomorrow.
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