Morning kittehs. They help when one has already been awake for two hours. My eyelids are heavy, but my brain is in high gear.
I was hoping to sleep longer so I would feel like doing everything I had planned to do today, but that’s not going to happen. I will go to Walmart and the doctor and try for the laundry again tomorrow. (Story of my life with CFIDS.)
Come to think of it, my friend said these other places have washer and dryer hook-ups... That alone would be worth the move.
And in view of the information yesterday about management being able to snoop electronically, I doubt that I will wait too long to try and find another place to live. It’s just not a pleasant thought.
Morning, epople. Make sure you get to the doctor, ‘Face!
Jake is napping on the bath mat.
If you want to get your landlord out of your hair, get a mailinator return address and set your “reply to” to that address, then start sending him emails that end with that version of “alla fubar” that the true believers use.
The NSA will keep him busy for a long time.