'c' is for control...

...and i have lost any semblance of control that i once had over my life. tomorrow night is my last night in "my own place" before e and i become homeless. my apartment goes to a new tenant on sunday since i gave my notice to vacate when the contractor from hell promised we'd be moved into our house on the twenty-seventh. then we are skipping the country on the twelfth of october to go on another big gay bike ride in españa. e won't talk about it, and doesn't seem too concerned about any of it, which makes it even more stressful for me. i can't sleep, i don't eat, i'm edgy and tomorrow i spend the last night in the one space that was truly my own. i feel myself slipping and there's absolutely nothing i can do about it.

in the background::sleeping in my car:roxette