halfway through the dishes
and i’ve robbed every last drop of moisture and oils from my poor, icky, dry hands. but hey, it needed to be done. problem is, water pressure is dead AGAIN, hence why i take a break to write. and stuff.
this. place. sucks. there’s a special place in hell for our slumlord. in fact, calling him a slumlord would be a compliment. really.
and thank you for sitting through my most banal entry yet.
more to come.