It feels like I'm in a holding pattern continually circling The. Big. Move.

I feel like have so much left to do and people to see and no time anymore. Yet I do. I have time to go to work and do chores. Like today. I have this afternoon. But I still have stuff to do. But it's all the boring empty and refilling boxes.

I need to find out if greeting cards count media mail. I am so fucked if not.

I need a job in New York for what feels like yesterday. But it's hard - esp in my back up retail, to be like yes I'll move out in three weeks. hozaboutthat? But not having a job definitely makes me nervous.

My mom, dad and Tom have all said they will not let me starve for that first non-job (maybe) month. So no real worries right? Well should not be. But I worry.

But then on days like today I'm like ho hum. I need to make money. how can I do that. hate telefund.

And I was just told that the will call for next month is going to be the day after I leave. *severe and SAD pout*