I feel sick

I have so much planning to do. I've been advised to get information from a lawyer about tenants' rights so they can't keep boxing my stuff up while I'm not there. Mostly I just wish this part was over. I don't know how I'm supposed to have time to do anything nice until it is--I'm apparently expected to devote all my free time to getting my things out.

I don't think I'm getting any more sleep today.

And I'm actually sick. I can't handle any more coffee.

Edit: 8:06 AM. Actually, no I CAN'T sleep at my mom's long term, as I just found out. She can't make room for me. So this is all just shitty. I can't keep anything here unless I absolutely need it. I need out, now.

better, but not well

I'll be staying with my brother in the short term, which should make my mom happy. He doesn't have furniture, so he has room for mine. I now have a storage unit at $109.00 a month. It's a 5x10, which should hold most of my stuff. Definitely still doing the garage sale; I had too much stuff regardless. I talked with my godmother. Some people pray, some people meditate, some people pop pills--I talk to her. I am going to go back into counselling, but through work, which should be better--no self-serving lunatic trying to use me as a group therapy tool.
I talked to Craig today. That helped a lot. He's been arguing with his mom, trying to keep her off my stuff, but she's not listening. So it's not his fault. I guess it's ok if he packs it, but I don't want her touching anything. For one thing, she's mixing our stuff up.
Here's the thing. We're both Marklanders, in the same household. So no matter that we're not together anymore, he's still my house-brother. We're going to be friends. Which will be hard, but better. Maybe he'll realize how much damage his mother is doing to him because of all this. And I hated living with her. Maybe this was the only way for me to get away.
Although, since I'm not angry with him anymore...ow.

Now the question is: how do I get my furniture out of Craig's house and into my brother's?