I got it. I just don't want to think about it.

I really was job. A week later they offered it to me and I took it, and since then I have successfully signed a new employment contract, rented a new place, and started to move. I have also become one giant ball of nervous energy. I'm stressed and spastic and irritable. Why is it that I can be such and unstressy person about so many seemingly stressful things and then get all stressied up about about this junk, specifically all my junk, not in my "trunk" but scattered across my bedroom floor, that junk.

So I hired movers. Movers to move my junk. Does that help with stress, yes, but it's not enough. My solution - diversionary alternative stress therapy (should I copyright that phrase and send it to Websters?). What is DAST - In short, doing as much shit as I can to snap myself out of my stressfilled universe by throwing myself into another one of equal but opposite stresses. I started cycling with the LA Triclub (nerve-wracking cuz I suck as cycling) and swimming in the ocean (nerve-wracking cuz I suck at swimming). I was so nervous before getting into the open water that my hands were turning blue, but you know what - I sure as shit wasn't thinking about moving! And when I was floating in the water and diving under the waves I was feeling good, feeling like I was getting something done by putting myself out there and trying something new. Giving myself something to be proud of myself for, since the satisfaction of moving can oftentimes take months to finally settle in and satisfy. I'm sure it's the same reason we start alphabetizing our bookshelves and doing the dishes when we should really be writing a final paper, or doing our taxes -some little distraction that makes us feel "good" and productive while we are being "bad" and procrastinative (new word too?).

So there's my life for ya, one diversion after the next until I finally decide to look my move in the face and say, "You don't scare me anymore."

Next diversion: Cinco De Mayo in Sacramento with lots of drinks and wakeboarding. But I might need to throw something more stress-inducing into the mix to really get the job done. Blindfolds?