Journey through Faerieland

Again, I took extra anxiety medication early this evening. I tried going without it, but I was really irritable and angry. I talked to Michael for awhile and I'm less mad. He's going to try the test again Tuesday and then probably come to my house after that. I just don't deal with stress well... I wish I could find a new way of dealing with things. A lot of suggestions for dealing with negative feelings don't really help me. I don't calm down easily. Michael's patient with me, so I have to be patient with him, too. I'm about to start reading Asperger Syndrome and Anxiety with Beauty and the Beast playing in the background.

Soon someone is coming out to work on my electricity and such. An electrician was here a little while ago, but there's someone else she needs to contact to fix things. This house is just so old... I feel really awkward when strangers are at my house. I have no idea what to say and usually just say "hello," answer questions, and continue what I'm doing.

Michael and I just measured my kitchen to put down the new flooring we will buy tomorrow. My mother will do most of the hard work:-( I feel bad about it. I'm so bad at some of this house stuff... It is my birthday present from her. Hopefully this new tile will be easier to clean, but the tile that's there now is ancient. Also I found out from my mother that stoves/ovens cost about half of what I thought they did and I think she'll buy us a new one when this (very, very old) one dies finally. It doesn't work great, so sometimes we use my mother's oven/stove. I feel like we are finally making this our home. We still have much work to do, especially since Michael will be moving in. I hope we have room for everything. I have more stuff at my mother's stuff (trinkets and collections) that I'd ideally want to bring back here. But I have an idea for rearranging a few light tables.