This weekend was...I don't know..."disaster" is too dramatic. I'm exhausted and not happy and even more stressed out than before. I have no idea where the eff my social security card is, and I need that by tomorrow. I also need my last three paystubs, which--of course--I shred. So I'm waiting on the finance department to send me electronic copies. I'm afraid that living with Faith is going to strain our friendship. I'm afraid I won't have internet set up in time to work. I'm afraid I won't have a place to live in a week.

I can't wait to be out there, but too much has to fall into place. I'm completely overwhelmed.

I wish it were next week already.