I have had a really rough couple of weeks. I've just moved into a new apartment and so far it's been a difficult start. There were a ton of maintenance issues at move-in and now to put the cherry on top, my gas is shut off because of a gas leak from my water heater and it's going to take a few days to fix and they can't start working on it until Monday. On top of that I've been hauling my shit from my old apartment in a suitcase because I don't have a car and my SIL who came to help me move could only stay for half a day to deal with the large furniture. 

I'm exhausted. My back is wrecked. I was really looking forward to relaxing tonight, sleeping in, and getting some good rest to start my weekend. 

And then a large spider showed up. And climbed onto my ceiling. And fell and scampered somewhere under my bed.

I tore the whole fucking room apart, lifted my mattress, stripped the bed, ran a broom along the carpet, and I can't find the little bastard. Don't have a vacuum at the moment. I know, I know, spiders are generally not dangerous, and they're good for the ecosystem. My phobia of them does not care. 

So I'm going to be spending the night in my office chair in the living room because I will not be able to sleep in that bed. 

I just need one thing to go well right now,. I just want to rest. I can't cope with a spider-induced panic attack on top of all the other bullshit I'm dealing with. I'm simultaneously so amped up that I feel nauseous and so tired I could cry.