Documenting my journey through the mental health system

I’m drowning in things to do. As soon as I cross one thing off the list, I add another.

My new light fixture is finally being installed tomorrow. I’m moving my desk into the room. Then it’s all ready for me to start moving what I’m keeping back into the house. I’ve sold some furniture and will have more to sell/donate. I’m keeping my rocking chair.

Because I’ve been using craigslist to sell off items, I’ve been perusing it too. I found a box of really old books for sale, and I collect books, especially old ones. Some of the copyrights date back to the early 1900s. They’re going to look great in my room on my new backlighted bookshelf.

Today I have to make my final edits to the book for resubmission. I’m buying a new lawnmower. And I’m finally getting that money back from Lowes for the cancelled laminate installation. I may go to Idaho today – I do it every week for the cheaper gas, smokes, and liquor. I probably won’t have time tomorrow. I don’t want to do it Saturday because I have that whole day off and I’m going to Ceila’s house for a barbecue.

I’m planning a sort of homecoming party for July, right before I start my master’s program. I want to do it July 5th, assuming people aren’t still hung over from July 4th, the night before. I have a firepit and a big yard and a newly updated house. At least somewhat updated.

Of course, my mother won’t like any of this, but I no longer care about that. She will try to exert control over that which is not hers and I am almost looking forward to telling her no, you don’t get to help plan this. It’s all my work, remember? She also doesn’t like it when I bring people over but that is another thing I no longer care about.