"Home isn't pretty, ain't no home for me."
A supremely shitty day.I was too sick this morning to make it to McWane, and I will not get another chance until at last July 25th, which is going to make finishing this paper (MP 1.2), which I need to finish at first drat of in the next week or so, very difficult. I mean, it's difficult to start with, and now, don't even know.
Very hot today. Our high was 97˚F, with a heat index of 105˚F. Thunderstorms late.
I can't even clearly remember much about today. It was just a train wreck.
I tried to explain to my mother why being a fairly well-known transperson in Alabama is becoming increasingly dangerous and why it is so important we get back to Rhode Island far sooner than we'd planned. There, I do remember that part.
I am ditching most of my furniture. I have to figure out how to move as cheaply as possible.
I have not had a good night's sleep in at least three weeks.
There's that place where we sell stuff.
Later,
Aunt Beast
5:08 p.m.
Very hot today. Our high was 97˚F, with a heat index of 105˚F. Thunderstorms late.
I can't even clearly remember much about today. It was just a train wreck.
I tried to explain to my mother why being a fairly well-known transperson in Alabama is becoming increasingly dangerous and why it is so important we get back to Rhode Island far sooner than we'd planned. There, I do remember that part.
I am ditching most of my furniture. I have to figure out how to move as cheaply as possible.
I have not had a good night's sleep in at least three weeks.
There's that place where we sell stuff.
Later,
Aunt Beast
5:08 p.m.