as nice as it is here, i am left feeling depressed and stressed.
this was not my first choice. not because i don't like my friend, or appreciate what he is doing for me, it is because i hate not having options. a lack of control perhaps. i don't really know. i am not a contol freak or anything, but i like to be able to say, i need to hang my clothes on a high rod because i am 6 ft. tall.
last night i was awake past 3:30, and my friend was sleeping on the sofa. ok. fine. weekends off. hooray! but then i couldn't do much when he was sleeping. and it was saturday night. and now it is past noon, and i have been up since about 8.
i don't know what to do. i want to be helpful, and clean, but everyone's idea of clean is different, i guess. i don't want to move junk/trash from one place to another, i want to deal with the junk/trash. you know?
sigh. and i need the sunday paper. :-)