ANA Y1 D164

 I am not doing well this morning. I am just flustered already. I have been up for nearly an hour, have accomplished nothing, the time change is fucking with me, I have a splitting headache, there was shit on the kitchen floor, and the fucking cats won't leave me alone. Welcome to my world.

I got a ton of stuff accomplished yesterday. I went grocery shopping, got my money back from ex-gf, moved the bedroom (more on that in a second), and packed a ton of B's stuff. It was a very productive day to say the least. I had a nice rotisserie chicken for dinner, watched a little tv, and felt like I had a good sunday despite being exhausted at 9pm. I am getting frustrated with this new watch though. I wanted it to be able to track my damn sleep but so far it doesn't seem to recognize I am sleeping. I am not sure what I am doing wrong. I will do some more research this week. I have one day of training due to a company having three employees quit on them. Gosh, I sure do want to train you if three of the six quit a week before they're supposed to be trained. Sounds like a swell place to work.

So the bedroom. For four years I have said the bedroom could be moved around to make more space. B constantly and consistently told me no it can't, it won't fit. I would every now and then ask if I could at least try only to be told no. Over and over again. Well guess what? Not only does it fit the way I have wanted it, it makes more space, things are better laid out, and it makes more spatial sense. Kiss my ass. I know B is going to blame C for it when they get back, but this was all me. This was four years of being denied to do what I wanted to do. Not any more. I honestly can't wait for them to get back and see how different things look. I also took art off the walls, move a bunch of my stuff upstairs, this is my time. Deal with it. I have some stuff still downstairs, but that will come up tonight. No more of this shit. 

I have some work to do today but shouldn't be too stressed out. I just feel like I am making it through the weeks right now. A cog in the murder machine.