Imagine if you will, a room-sized mouse, ie me. More than a few of you who follow me are macro/growth enthusiasts, so I'm sure I have your attention. Lately I've been enjoying the thought of growing larger more and more, and in many ways I find it to be analogous to the progression I feel like I'm achieving in life.

So here I am, filling up this room with gradually more and more me. Hot. Sexy. Fun. But then my body collides with the walls of said room... and the walls don't give. Not even a little. They're far thicker and more resilient than I imagined, moreso than I am. Panic sets in. Here I am, crammed into this tiny space, cramped and claustrophobic. I have two choices... be crushed to death, or stop growing. The obvious choice is stop. Sure, I could shrink, but that represents going backwards, which I refuse to do. So I have to stop. I have to wait. And all that time, Im jammed into a space I'm far too large to truly live in.

As you may remember, I moved into a new apartment with kittybird and a mutual friend. A 3-bedroom place. One bedroom me and KB share, the second belongs to our roommate, and the third is a workroom the two of them share. I've set up shop between the wall and the bed in our bedroom, and for the most part, it's worked for me. Our roommate recently made the decision to move out, saying there isn't enough room. Sparing you all a rant about THAT, I will simply say that its true. She has a lot of furniture, and we have at least a whole apartment's worth on our own. Once she and all her furniture are gone, KB and I will have enormous amounts of space to use, and I will have my own room to set up my computer and work on my endless amounts of projects.

One she moves out.

At the end of this month.

....

So we're back to this analogy where I'm jammed, macro-sized, into this room I can't outgrow. I WANT to outgrow it, and keep growing, but I can't. I just have to wait. And the whole time, Im stuffed like a fucking sardine into this space. It's no one's fault, it's not like my roommate has been taking her sweet time finding a place or something, it's not like she really does anything that's preventing me from progressing... but it's still stressing me out beyond belief.

My co-workers aren't any help, shockingly (/sarcasm)