If I didn't care

It seems like I've been here forever.  It never fails to amaze me how slow the process of copying files from one drive to another is.  I noticed that I was running out of disk space on C: and decided to move 95% of my tunes to this portable USB drive that I have.   I still haven't opened up the other USB drive that I got a few weeks ago.  I still have buyer's remorse even though it was under $100.  I think the first paycheck will eradicate remose, poverty and all around blah feelings.

I hauled over ten boxes full of books and CDs to the garage.  I also spent a good hour facilitating my neighbors in taking some of the stuff that I had promised them.  I don't think that I'm the most mannered person in the universe except when I'm around people who have none.  I hate to be judgmental but it's hard to deny the obvious.  Let's just say that when a woman asks where the trashcan is so that she could spit in it, one better point and stand back.  

My head is killing me.  Pressure headache.  I took 3 ibuprofen but I think I just need some air.  

I keep waiting for warmer weather and it never comes.   Most of the stuff up in the third floor was Melissa's. I didn't realize that there were so many cards and photos and trinkets.  It was hard to stand there while Jackie went through things and I kept saying what she could have and what I wanted.  A lot of stuff was unopened and new even though it was dusty and if she didn't take it, I would've taken it to Goodwill.  I fought back the feeling of abject loss that threatens to fall on me like an avalanche.  Why doesn't anyone visit?   Why doesn't anyone stop by and see things for themselves? Things have always been so insular, so isolated.  Like Easter Island but without the statues.