What an utter shitpile of a day.
For lack of being able to say what spun me into a dimension of doom I haven’t experienced since the month before I left D.C., I will say that going 12 rounds with the kid did me in the afternoon when I told him I had a “hard out” to go apartment-hunting really pissed me off.
Seriously, between people throwing me under a bus and retracting it privately, being accused of near treason because of it, and someone who doesn’t follow the instructions after being given them seven times in a row … Not to mention hating the apartment and coming home and almost falling at mine because the exterior lights are off for the third night in a row and everything is draped in black plastic so I can’t see … I’m really going to try hard to want to get out of bed tomorrow.
But no promises.
