

Here we are, my last day in the haunted apartment. Moving is a bitch. I'll work 11 hours today, finish packing tonight, go to work in the morning, come home, and move everything at once. The new place is little, in a sticky little building, with sticky cabinets and a broken fridge. Yesterday the landlord told me that I couldn't keep the kitten we were given. I really wish I could keep that kitten. How fucking stupid of me to get excited about the idea.
No optimistic closing note today.





























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