Moving Sucks

The problems:
-Have to be out by 11 p.m. Aug. 31 and cannot move in until 9 a.m. September 1st. I will be officially homeless for 10 hours.
-Haven't had a day off since August 18th, and my next day off is my birthday, September 11th. I am working 50 hours next week as my life having three jobs begins.
-I am feeble. Standing on my feet at work for hours does not help me come home and face the monumental task of packing and cleaning.
-My roommates are just as busy. I started cleaning the kitchen today and realized what a monstrous undertaking this is. I can't do it alone, but the people I live with don't seem to have the time either.
-The elevator at the storage unit we rented broke today. I've been psychotically calling a snotty little man named Julian asking him if it is fixed yet. He's been sighing a lot and even hanging up on me.
-Sleep? I know no such thing.
-I have friends to see, and I just can't seem to pull off the responsibility to say no, stay home, and get this done.

On an almost completely unrelated note, I bought the "Once" soundtrack today and cannot stop listening to the song "Hill." It's beautiful. Of course, written by a Czech woman.

Looking up the hill tonight
When you have closed your eyes
I wish I didn't have to make all those mistakes and be wise
Please try to be patient and know that I'm still learning
I'm sorry that you have to see the strength inside me burning