36 hours till my flight leaves.
No more mom being upset that I don’t have time to talk to her and she has nobody else to talk to.
No more evil landlady and her daily threatening “final notices” in my door yet the same asshole leaving the notes won’t knock and fix what’s broken.
No more job I used to love till I made a bad hire and now I just feel contempt that I work twice as hard to achieve even less.
I wish I could say no more screaming toothache. But it’s not like I have competent coverage to aid me in hanging out at the dentist for a day. See previous item.
God I hope my little black cloud doesn’t follow me out of Miami Thursday morning …