Freaking out

Hate job. hateHateHATE! AAAARRGHHH! Help. Why, why, why? Paycheck. Only for the paycheck. Virginia? MFA. Poetry. LOVE! But my love is left. And where to live? WHERE? Need a home! How to get there...not just me but my stuff? And I'm just so tired, my feet and mind and voice. A month and a half...I just have to get through a month and a half. A month and a half? All I have left with this city...all I have left to get ready...is a month and a half? It's a blink. It's a lifetime. And I'm freaking out. A lot.