Why aren't I an alcoholic/useless bum? Then the government would pay my rent for me! Hurrah!

Okay, okay. Do not panic. Everything is going to be fine. You're a strong, confident woman who does not need to smoke. Heh, I do so love Friends flashbacks. Reminds me of how much I loved that show.

• Clothes packed [x]
• Pictures removed from walls and collected [x]
• Exorbitant amount of money raised and ready for deposit [x]
• Lesbian house parties planned and ready [x]
• Lesbian house parties admitted to be fanciful and deluded day-dream [x]
• Books packed []
• DVDs packed []
• Car cleaned []
• Computer equipment ready to dismantle at the very last minute [x]
• 41 piece deluxe kitchen set with wooden knife block bought, packed and ready to go [x]
• Food bought []

I'm doing okay. I have no food yet bags full of clothes; no money yet rent in advance and deposits and parking permits and bills waiting to be paid. I think I might cry. Or, at least, watch an episode of The L Word: Jenny bringing on the crazy always makes me feel a little bit better about myself. Is that wrong?

But now, I must flee. I have to go into town and sign the tenancy agreement and then go and beg the council for a parking permit so I actually have somewhere to park when I move in. Everywhere I turn, everyone wants my money! Which, in itself, is nothing new. But I do get very frustrated when I work a six and half day week like last week and yet people who do nothing get everything paid for them. Argh, but that is a rant for another day. I need to be a lot more focused about the whole issue before I go running my fat mouth off. Oh, who am kidding: GET A JOB YOU LAZY BUMS. PAY YOUR DAMN TAXES BECAUSE I'M SICK OF PAYING THEM FOR YOU!

Grrr. Rowr.

Meow?