fig newtons in bed
last night we went out
did everything

i can read minds.

I killed a spider :-((

three painters who hate not being able to smoke indoors [lazy ass motherfuckers]
two parents who flew in to help [exhausted people]
two cats, one in heat, one who loathes strangers [drops of white paint on fur]
one apartment that looks bombed [never never ever ever the fucking fuck, again]

a possible ulcer that is probably smiling inside my stomach

the painters are working in the apartment
dust EVERYWHERE.

i am going to kill myself

can’t help
being wrecked
by people.

8:45am

rats. the wallpaper man jus’ came.
to the apartment
to do the wallpaper

gaaah, i jus’ cunt have strangers up in here honAye
makes me nervous

worst part
is
i have to leave him up in here honAye
by himself
and go to rehearsal

timing is everything and i suck balls at it

insane amount or work.
wishing the day had 30 hours
the week had 10 days
the year 100 weeks

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8am friday, the cleaning lady just threw me out of bed.