bending_sickle | We are not afraid to look under the bed* (Reply)

I've just had the most amazingly shittastic day ever. I mean, it was pretty neutrally shitty for most of it, where I was organizing lion photos into albums for later analysis. I even went for McD's (so bad, so god) armed with a 2-for-1 coupon and got free fritesaus (funky mayo) along with my ketchup.

But then I kind of lost it a bit, emotionally speaking. Don't rightly know what set it off, or what I was woeing about (feel first, analyze later). There was some stress, some loneliness, some not-home-sickness, some missing of people.

There was also a very frustrating, very exhausting activity. I'm entitled to some reimbusement from my research. I sent my supervisor a summary, as requested, of what I was owed (after meeting him the day before and signing some papers). He sent me an email with another form. Why couldn't he have sent it in the first place, saving me the trouble of writing it all out twice?

Anywho, I needed my government number for the form. I remembered where it had been four months ago. Gods knew where it was now. I went through papers. I went through boxes. I eyeballed Giant Suitcase under the bed. The same suitcase that had taken ages, some sweat and quite a bit of skin off my hands to stuff under the bed.

I tugged. Nothing. I lifted the bed, two-handed, then realized I'd forgotten to grow an extra arm. I let go. Lifted the bed with one hand and utterly failed to pull out the suitcase. Sat on the floor and tugged. Nearly took the whole bed down with me. (The bed, by the way, is precariously set slightly above ground thanks to four beer boxes. *shakes head*)

After pulling, lifting, pushing and slipping about - all the while still having an emotional breakdown, exacerbated by current activities, I decided on another course of action. I would remove the mattress.

Now, I've done this before, and did not relish doing it again. The mattress as limp and heavy as a knocked-out sumo wrestler. There's just barely enough floor in my room to put the mattress once it's off the bed. Still, I persevered, and lo, mattress off!

Aaaaand no. I lift the bed and the suitcase magically lifts as well! I wail a bit. I try to be a contortionst and squeeze my hand between the suitcase and the bed, fumbling about to find where it's stuck. No such luck. Lift. Pull. Kick. Cry. Lift the whole thing and try to flip it over, hulk-style. Nothing.

Eventually I managed to get the suitcase unstuck and out from under the bed. Two hours later eventually.

My hand hurts.

And I'm still an emotional wreck.

Quote of the Day: Tom Hanks

People always think that there has got to be a dark side to everyone, a closet with skeletons, demons under the bed. People think all kinds of things about one another. They feel compelled to make up fears and false assumptions about their closest friends. Truth is, I'll never know all there is to know about you just as you will never know all there is to know about me. Humans are by nature too complicated to be understood fully. So, we can choose either to approach our fellow human beings with suspicion or to approach them with an open mind, a dash of optimism and a great deal of candour.