she's making granny circles again.

After rewatching the entirety of Grey's Anatomy, I've now begun rewatching Project Runway.  It keeps my mind from spinning out of control like a top.

I've begun packing, and my mother is being such a downer.  She wants me to take all my winter clothes, because I "can't buy anything, ever.  Again."  Unfortunately, I won't wear most of my winter clothes, for whatever reason (they don't fit right, they don't look right, I don't like them, they've been worn too many times and they're falling apart, etc), but even when I pick all the winter clothes I will wear from my closet, it's still a sizable quantity of wearable goodies.   I don't want to waste precious storage space on things I'm not going to wear.  Seems foolish.  And, the decree that I can't ever buy anything ever again is just ridiculous.  I hate it when she makes overblown statements like that.

I've been having the most vivid, linear dreams.  It's like watching a weird indie film in my head every night.  My subconscious is making really unfortunate choices about the starring characters, though.  People I'd rather not think about, people whose voices I really don't need to hear right now.

It's Halloween (well, Halloween Eve).  I've been invited to a bunch of parties but haven't committed to anything.  I'm probably just going to end up going to bed early.  I'm still so incredibly tired, and next week is going to be all over the place.  Looks like I'll drive Wednesday and Thursday (with my car full of clothes and things that would break if shipped), unpack the car and go to Ikea on Friday, and then get myself set up in my new place.