Insomniac

I move into my apartment in the morning. It is a little after 2 am and I have to get up at 7.. I really need to sleep and I'm truly exhausted but my mind is wide awake. My body is so sluggish and my eyes are at half mass, but when I close my eyes and attempt sleep it's like I'm suddenly recharged and can't hold them closed.

Lindsey and I decided to go ahead and sign the lease together. First of all, it will save everyone (me, the leasing agents) a lot of trouble because the holding deposit and forms we signed together are still valid. Two, I don't have to pay a security deposit because of our combined credit scores. Where as I probably would have to if it were just mine. Three, I might not even be approved for the apartment by my self because you have to make double what rent is, and I am about 100 bucks short. SO, because we are still friends, we are going to keep her on the lease, and take her off in a couple of months. They wouldn't be able to say anything then, because I'll have been paying rent already.

So we signed that today. Grabbed some lunch together and then went to Ikea to search for some good deals. I ended up spending less than $40 on quite a few things that I was in need of, such as a set of 18 dishes ($14), set of 17 tupperware ($4.99), 2 flexible cutting boards ($1.99), 5 knife set with holder ($10), and 6 drinking glasses ($3.50 total). It was a very successful adventure, even though it was like a mad house in there! I got some pretty good ideas for what I want different areas of my apartment to look like. I cried when we got home and started loading up the car with my stuff, because it hit me that this is really it. What i've been talking about and wishing for for months now is here. I will in only a few short days have the live I've been dreaming of for months and months. And Lindsey and I are over. There is no more us, and there never will be again. I won't see her every day now, and I'm sure eventually our friendship will start to fade because we both live such different lives at this point. I love her so much and I'm just really glad we got to have the time we had together. The good times that came from our relationship and friendship are what made the struggle worth it, and those memories continue to make this daily struggle to survive worth it too.

I've been talking to this guy from CL about a couch and a loveseat he has available for $50. I was supposed to go pick them up on Tuesday but I ended up changing my mind because I don't want to spend $50 on something that isn't absolutely necessary right now. So I emailed him and told him I had changed my mind because of financial issues, and he said he would be willing to trade them for something. I offered up my grill because I need to put it on CL anyway, it'd be nice if I could just get the couches and get the grill outta here all in one shot! Hopefully he is interested. If not I will try to offer him less money. He said they are just taking up space in his garage.. I also found some beautiful tables on CL from Ikea tonight. One very large and awesome coffee table, and one similar side table, $20 total. That would be fantastic! I'm picking up my bed from my sisters on Tuesday evening, I could get the couches that same day, as well as the tables. Then all that is left furniture wise would be a kitchen table and eventually outdoor furniture.

I am going to sneak Abner into the apartments because if I paid the deposit and stuff for him, it would be an extra 200 now, plus $20 a month extra. Sneaking is way worth it to me. Cats are easy to hide, not dogs though.. I'm having some difficulty figuring out how to actually get him into the house without anyone seeing though. I think what I've decided to do is bring him down tomorrow after work, which would be around 1:30 AM by the time I got back with him, put a blanket over his kennel and carry him in that way. I think that might be less traumatic for him than some alternatives. Then sneak his empty litter, his fresh litter, and scooper in in a big suitcase. That'll make it a lot less stressful on me also, not having to worry about sneaking in broad daylight.

I have an absolute full day ahead of me tomorrow and I'm slowly working my way towards getting no sleep. I have to get up at 7, finalize the packing (my car is stuffed full of stuff right now, waiting.), get ready somewhat, then head down around 8:40 to get to my appointment with them by 9:30. At 9, on the drive down, i will have to call to make sure that because I forgot to get renter's insurance on Friday, that I'm not fucked. I completely spaced it and realized this morning that I didn't have the confirmation number or anything for them today to sign with, so they said bring one in tomorrow.. but the insurance I had to end up getting says that it isn't in effect until the 11th, and I move in on the 10th. Hope that means they can give me my keys anyway, not that they'll have to make me wait until Tuesday. I'd have to unpack EVERYTHING out of my car because I am not going to leave it sitting in there on Mill ave late at night while I work. No way. They haven't been strict about anything else yet, so I'm really hoping they'll just look passed it since It's only one day and I have everything else in line.
So long as that works out, I will then go get a money order for the prorated January rent, get there at 9:30, give them the info, get my keys and a quick tour, then I'll be on my way to my long day of moving and unloading, hauling heavy boxes up stairs all by myself, then unpacking, coming back to the house to get the second load, and repeat. I work tomorrow night at 7 so I'm going to first unpack my clothes from load #1 and my bathroom stuff, get that all situated, then the kitchen stuff, and put the other things like tv and tv stand just in the living room for later. I plan on getting a lot of it done early on so I can spend the evening decorating and making it mine.

I'm feeling really brain dead at this point. I keep yawning and closing my eyes while I type. So off to bed I go, and I'll wake up soon to a new day; the one that begins the rest of my life.