I can't help trying. Maybe I shouldn't; maybe I should let it go and let the status quo sit with me for a while and see what happens. That's kind of not my style though...I'm more of a...fuck with it until something good or bad happens and then do damage control if necessary...kind of girl. Huh.
In completely unrelated news:
I LOVE my new apartment. Love it. I sort of don't even want to go anywhere just so I can enjoy being in it. I love loving it. It makes missing my old apartment much more bearable - though I do miss having a second floor. Oh well. Totally worth it. My life is exponentially cooler than it was 6 months ago.
And I think I've been more productive in the last week than I have been in the last 3 months. This is probably due in part, if not fully, because moving forces one to organize, prioritize and evaluate one's lifestyle. Whatever has caused it, I'm glad, because my life was pretty clusterfucked until recently.
With a few exceptions, shit's pretty awesome right now.