My landlord is giving me last-minute trouble about moving in and debating shit that’s on the lease we signed months ago. Which…really?
I’m literally so emotional from hormones and womanhood that I plunked down on the couch and watched two episodes of Drag U and cried through them. So it’s one of those days. (I can’t help it! Underdog stories, man.)
But I’m going to go lift some heavy shit and put it back down in a few hours and that usually makes me feel better.
This has been a post.