A Cacaphony of mixed emotions

My mind is racing.
My heart is throbbing.
My muscles are aching.
My back is breaking.
I'm happy.
I'm sad.
I'm excited.
I'm exhausted.
There's so much to say, I'm limited only by my vocabulary which, sad to say, limit's me quite a bit.

You won't understand these emotions until I back up a ways. Eight months ago to be exact....

December 26th 2005...
I've Just left a great Christmas at my brothers house, and I'm walking into the front door of the place I will call my home for the next three months. This will be the first time I've lived away from home for more than a few weeks. The longest I've been away from my parents. I'm completly flipped out.
Over the course of the next few months, certain problems arise, some personal and private, and some quite public and well known throughout the city. Nevertheless these problems stay in the realm of emotion, and don't merge with the physical. At least...not yet.
Sometime in March, I move over to another house for what was intended to be a One month stay. Wrong again.
The stay lasts Five months. Over this course of time I slowly break away from my old home, of which I am technically still a part of. And therein lies the problem. It has a little something to do with a thing called the "Criteria Review" and what happens when you fail. I tell you, I've not come this close to becoming FD to go MM now. We're given our verdict..."Join a new home by September 25th, or go MM". No turning back now, we've got no choice but a new home. Fortunately a place is found in San Antonio. Now comes the challenge of renovating a large house, and packing and moving an unbelieveable amount of stuff.
The order is given, from now on our freeday's will be cut in half. A sleep-in will be given, and no more until the move is completed.
But fortunatly there is good in everything. Despite the hair-pulling stress of this project, (at least one-quarter of which I must shoulder all on my own) there is still opportunity for fun, enjoyment, and relaxation...well, maybe not relaxation.
My sister Rosie, had her wedding last thursday. It was beyond excellent. It's amazing how a wedding with such a small budget and whose reception is held in a trailer park can turn out so well. I've not had so much fun at a wedding in a long, long time. But the fun's not over, another half-day with my friends and family is way too cool.
Having three of the greatest people I know spending two nights in my home also helps keep the excitement alive. But throughout all the fun and excitement I am still bothered by the pestering thought...September 25th, MOVE IT!
All good things must come to an end, and so did this visit from my best friends. It will certainly be remembered for a long time to come. Not only by the fun that was had...but by the day that followed. A day that will be remembered for all time as "The Day from Hell" Subtitle..."Ducks!".
I cannot possibly describe how much I'm going through right now, partly because I have to keep my blog fairly edifying, partly because alot of it is personal and things I don't feel comfortable sharing with the world, and partly because I lack the words to describe just how much is going on in my head. I've had only 4 hours sleep for the last 4 days. I worked 14 hours today...nonstop packing, lifting, moving. I kept up a steady stream of persperation for a solid 6-8 hours. Around midnight my mind gave way and for the next 3 hours spoke of nothing but ducks. This turned out to be the highlight of the day, you'd never realize just how funny things sound when your exhausted. But common, ducks are just hilarious.
Tommorrow morning our moving truck which we just finished packing will go to san antonio. We will spend the day unloading and return tommorrow night. Over the course of the next few weeks we will finish moving everything out (we only got about half).
Now that you know my story, I'll let you think on it for a while. I'm tired, I'm dirty, I'm sweaty, My muscles hurt, My bones are breaking, my right leg feels like it's been twisted, I'm cut, It's 3:44 A.M...and i'm waking up at 8 A.M.
I'm gonna shower and go to bed. Here's to a fifth straight night of 4 hours sleep!