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Living on the Run

I'm living with a friend while I wait for my apartment to get ready. I don't know if you've ever been forced into this kind of situation, but I can honestly say that it's not cool. Don't get me wrong -- my homegirl is being extra gracious, and I appreciate her generosity. However, who wants to impose on someone indefinitely? I certainly don't.

It's hard to get my thoughts in order when everything else is all over the place. For example, I have stuff in the storage space at my new place, my neighbor's van, and my car. Is it any wonder that I don't know where anything is? Let's not get it twisted -- I'm not exactly organized on a regular basis -- but at least everything was in one place. I'm trying to figure out where my clothes are. I have some with me, but I don't have any complete outfits because I was just trying to get the stuff out of my house. In fact, I'm getting ready to bathe and go pick up something to wear. I'm going to the mall so I can get some tennis shoes and gym clothes, too. Crazy, right?

Hopefully I'll be able to get in my place by the end of the week. Hopefully I won't lose my mind before that. Hopefully, my life will get in some sort of order soon.

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