I have been utterly fucking exhausted. Therefore, I better get in as much writing as I can before I get any more backed up.

Written Friday evening:

The fucking garbage trucks woke me up two or three times and this is the third day in a row of being exhausted. I swear that peace and quiet and decent sleep most of the time are simply not in my cards! I feel so overwhelmed right now. I feel like the last few days alone have kicked my butt so bad that I wonder how the hell I’m going to handle another few weeks of this shit. I can’t wait to get to the motel in Roseville even though I’ll just be going from traffic to door slamming.

Then I’ll have to deal with more bumps and bangs in the Florida motel before returning to the traffic. Really don’t think traffic will be much better there. I think the only difference is that we shouldn’t have three sides of our place surrounded by streets and we shouldn’t be in a flight path. At least I can have some peace at night until we get the place soundproofed. I really really hope that stuff works as well as they say it does! It’s like something is determined to have me exhausted throughout this move when I just want to be awake on moving day to enjoy the trip and then awake enough to be able to look for a place when I’m on days. Why are the simplest things so much to ask for?

Again, I can’t help but wonder if there’s anything up there cursing me. It’s bad enough that I can’t keep a schedule so it had to go and make me the lightest sleeper on earth too? Talk about adding fucking insult to fucking injury!

On top of this, my TMJ which I don’t think is just TMJ has been driving me crazy. Despite oiling my ear and doing TMJ exercises, I’m still in pain. Sometimes ibuprofen doesn’t help much. I keep hoping I’ll finally go to a doctor who will be able to say, “This is your problem and this is how we can fix it,” but I know that’s just a fantasy.

Candy was supposed to be picked up today but they blew us off. So now Tom has the added stress of trying to find someone else to pick her up. We may be forced to sell her. We might be better off going back to a gas car anyway because electric cars are three times more expensive in Florida for some bizarre reason and this one is old, so it doesn’t have that much of a range. Electric cars are really best for commuting to and from work but even if he ever did go back to work, I can’t believe it would be full-time or for very long.

Doc A replied saying she’s okay with giving me 3 months or so of medication as a courtesy and to let her know when I need a refill and she’ll send it to my new pharmacy. Also, it’s okay to take the Gennev without waiting 4 hours. She said it’s really only if it’s calcium or vitamin C that you have to wait 4 hours after taking thyroid medication.

Had this weird dream that we sold our place to a young woman, only it looked like one of the apartments I had back east. The one on the 4th floor in Springfield. When we told her it was going to be a cash deal she became upset because according to her, she really wanted her name associated with the place. However, I assured her that if she waited three to six months and then Googled the address, her name would come up.

Unbelievably, my phone cost hundreds of dollars, and none of the 3 ways to take screenshots works. I wanted to take screenshots of the different fashions I eventually get Mia. Oh well. I’ll keep a written inventory.

Written tonight:

So I guess I have to hit the up volume plus power button at the same time to take a screenshot. It still doesn’t always work the first time. You have to hit it just right. It’s kind of ridiculous that these things aren’t a lot simpler, especially for such an expensive phone.

Although I’m not bubbling over with energy, I’m not as exhausted as I was yesterday. Took advantage of it to pack up most of my stuff. This may be my last entry in this fucking house and I will sleep here one more time.

Just one more shower in this shitty old shower too. The happy tears are definitely coming! I can’t fucking wait to get out of here! The noise is horrendous. So much loud traffic, more barking, and I won’t even get into the fireworks. I don’t understand why they’re going crazy with it when it’s still not the 4th. I had to double-check the date because they sure are acting like it’s the 4th. So is the park. Fortunately, the parade was yesterday but at least I don’t have that much hanging over my head to threaten my final sleep here. That shit happened as I was falling asleep, and believe it or not, I didn’t hear a thing. It’s mostly impact sounds that vibrate and loud low bassy sounds that override the sound machine no matter how loud I play it. If only we’d be able to get out on the 24th!

I still didn’t sleep as long as I would like. It’s going to be a long night ahead because I need to stay up until at least 11 a.m. tomorrow and then even later the next day until we can get checked into our motel room.

Made our final trip to Rite Aid yesterday too. All the “lasts” have begun, and those things, as silly as they may seem to some people, are pretty emotional for me since I’ve been so miserable during the eight years we’ve been here. I’ve got my last K-Cup picked out and most of our stuff is packed and ready to go. Just got to stay up as long as I can, hope I don’t sleep overly shitty, and then sometime in the morning after we let Kimberly in to do the final cleaning, we’re gone! Gone from this insanely noisy shithole forever!

I would have slept another hour or two into the evening but it took me 15 minutes to fall back asleep after I had to get up and pee and then some asshole slammed me awake 15 minutes after I was knocking back off. I’m guessing it was a car door picking up flyers since his flyers have pictures of other houses he’s got for sale. When I go to bed tomorrow I’m going to have Tom go out and pull out any flyers that are left. They’re not going to be able to replace them before we leave. it totally figures that the for-sale sign couldn’t be in the front of the place like it was when we moved in. Instead, it has to be planted right outside the fucking bedroom.

He was able to get someone who spoke enough English (God, these fucking foreigners drive me crazy) that seems like they may be more reliable to pick up the car, only it won’t be from here. So that turned out to be a good thing because then we could drive ourselves to the motel without having to Uber there. It’s going to be picked up from there on Tuesday and will likely arrive in Florida on Sunday.

We got our temporary mailbox through Staples in Tarpon Springs.