I really need to work on drafting some patterns, but I can’t because the maintenance guy said he’d be stopping by to fix our ceiling tiles. He also said he’d be back before eight, so you know what? Fuck it.
Ugh. I have such a dilemma right now. I need to buy food since meal plans don’t activate until Sunday. But since today is also a move-in day, the parking lot is full of angry parents, and I wouldn’t get my spot back.
Having a pet is so weird. Like neither of you speak each other’s language and yet you form some strong bond by rubbing against each other and sleeping together and you might accidentally kick them in the face or step on their tail once in a while but at the end of the day you two are best buddies from entirely different species.