I was late for work today. Had a talking to. Made my suddenly tense arrrangements to take Alex to his appointment tomorrow morning. Spoke with much_ado for most of the day, trying to help her out of the funk she was in (nobody should be in a funk on their birthday, damnit).
Went to rehearsal. Think I broke my laptop. Trying to fix it now.
Got home…someone had stepped in and tracked cat shit all over my living room. Door to the back half of the house was open. Garbage hadn’t been picked up today.
For fuck’s sake.
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