wrist is sore... maybe a rant too

My wrist has been bothering me for about a week now. I don't know what's going on. I thought it was because I slept on it. Funny but now I think I may have injured myself and I don't know. I wasn't going to do any of the cleaning in the back room until it got better but I wanted to make sure that my shit is out of that room so I can't be put upon by Jerry for not getting that done. I'm at a point though where I can't do anything else because he's moved all of his shit in front of my shit so I can't get to my shit to get it out. I might be a little angry right now. The last two encounters have not been the best. Yes, we had the little makeup session. That was super nice but I don't know if he means it and I can't ask that because did you really mean that kiss does not come off as loving or relationshipy or whatever? So I'm done for the day. I'm not going to do any more cleaning. The boxes of books need to either go to Goodwill or whatever but I am not doing that. They are not my books. I think I've cleared out all of my books from that room. I don't know where I'm going to put them yet. That's another hole thing. I don't know where I'm going to put my Barbies. I don't know where I'm going to put my stuffed animals. I just don't know and that is causing me a whole lot of stress that I don't really want. So now the computer room is a clusterfuck. The back bedroom is a clusterfuck. My bedroom is always a cluster fuck because of that damn pile of clothes that when I roll over I just stare at it. Something has to give and I don't know what it is yet. Okay, now that I've worked myself into a complete tizzy I'm going to get myself some iced coffee. I'm going to sit down and watch yellow jackets and I'm not going to give a shit about any of it.