'okay, so i got a word wrong'

at this time tomorrow night i will be making my bed in brooklyn.

talking to cheri about it last night i realized my move still has not sunk in. even after job hell, apt hell, packing hell, moving hell. it's like i have taken the steps toward this move, but it's not really registered in the bigger picture sense.

i remember laying on the floor of my first place in richmond the day i moved, crying my eyes out, taking a xanax, and falling asleep on the floor for hours. i don't think that will happen this time. for one, all my goodbyes and sendings-off have moved me to tears already; in theory mini-meltdowns will take the place of the one larger breakdown.

i do have a supply of xanax at the ready though . . . for gus. no, it's not a joke, go ahead… last week when i took my pup to the vet for his annual checkup i was telling the doctor how bad his car and anxiety have become. he shakes continually, drools, cries, and pants for the duration of car trips and thunderstorms. the vet wrote out a 'scrip for some nice pills for sir gus, and i am down with it. you can make fun of it all you'd like ( i wonder what tom cruise would say ?! ) but i figure anything that's going to keep my dog from completely losing his shit will be a benefit to us both. you may go ahead and snicker and whatnot; i have already been playing D on this issue to most of the people i have told. it's been pretty much what you'd expect. you know: 1) neurotic owner, neurotic dog 2) what's next, shrink apppointments 3) wow, gus is already a new yorker! hardee har har.

well, wish me luck. godwilling, i will be dwelling in my little brooklyn castle the next time i post.