two weeks to go and i can  hardly wait to move out of here. the parental is a pack rat and wants to keep everything she ever touched. i've tried to talk to her about it but she just gets defensive and turns it around on me. what she doesn't realize is that i'm the one that has to move her shit out of the house and into her apartment. she must think i have some sort of device that allows me to slow time so that we can get all of her shit out of the house. but i still have my stuff to deal with. then there's work. so much to do at work for so many people - i just don't have the time to be everything to everybody and still have time left over to be something to myself.