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In other news, I talked to my barn builder, and we're meeting tomorrow at lunch. I have pretty much been freaking out all day since then. Cause, OMG it's a huge thing. And I mean, like, OMG. This is worse than talking to the banker about it, the one who actually said I might be able to do it. This is freaky because it's getting more real, and why does that freak me out so much? OMGOMGOMG. It's not like I haven't borrowed a lot of money before because, hello! student loans. Although I'm not sure how much this is gonna cost, even though I had an idea from when I asked him for a quickie estimate, but now I'm sure it's at least 20% more than that. And the price of steel keeps going up, and then there's the Big Ass Fans, and the overhang I wanted for the truck and trailer, and OMG the arena. A real, frakking indoor arena. And it's scaring the shit! out of me. I've wanted one forever, but eek! Breathe, Ada, breathe.
Right, maybe I'm okay now. Maybe. Then there's the other thought that it's gonna be too $$, and I won't be able to get it. Again. sigh. I need to stop being afraid of getting what I'm working towards. No, that doesn't leave me without goals, still more.
In other news, I plucked my big toe hairs-because they're long, black, and gross in sandals-and the one still hurts. Gah! One of those freaky-ass days.
Did I mention I'm still freaking out about PT in the mornings? I worry that they mind that I still come. Even though they said I could. But that was over six months ago. Not that they've said anything. And I admit patients to the hospital they work under. So, um, getting them money. sigh. I should just ask so I can feel better, but there's never a good time, what with me being chronically late. A gym would be okay-I could go earlier, and shower there, but there's the money aspect, and that they have the machines I need at PT, and maybe not at a new gym. sigh.
Meds, need more meds!
Frightened about tomorrow. Wish me luck guys, okay?
In other news, I talked to my barn builder, and we're meeting tomorrow at lunch. I have pretty much been freaking out all day since then. Cause, OMG it's a huge thing. And I mean, like, OMG. This is worse than talking to the banker about it, the one who actually said I might be able to do it. This is freaky because it's getting more real, and why does that freak me out so much? OMGOMGOMG. It's not like I haven't borrowed a lot of money before because, hello! student loans. Although I'm not sure how much this is gonna cost, even though I had an idea from when I asked him for a quickie estimate, but now I'm sure it's at least 20% more than that. And the price of steel keeps going up, and then there's the Big Ass Fans, and the overhang I wanted for the truck and trailer, and OMG the arena. A real, frakking indoor arena. And it's scaring the shit! out of me. I've wanted one forever, but eek! Breathe, Ada, breathe.
Right, maybe I'm okay now. Maybe. Then there's the other thought that it's gonna be too $$, and I won't be able to get it. Again. sigh. I need to stop being afraid of getting what I'm working towards. No, that doesn't leave me without goals, still more.
In other news, I plucked my big toe hairs-because they're long, black, and gross in sandals-and the one still hurts. Gah! One of those freaky-ass days.
Did I mention I'm still freaking out about PT in the mornings? I worry that they mind that I still come. Even though they said I could. But that was over six months ago. Not that they've said anything. And I admit patients to the hospital they work under. So, um, getting them money. sigh. I should just ask so I can feel better, but there's never a good time, what with me being chronically late. A gym would be okay-I could go earlier, and shower there, but there's the money aspect, and that they have the machines I need at PT, and maybe not at a new gym. sigh.
Meds, need more meds!
Frightened about tomorrow. Wish me luck guys, okay?
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