yes, with brighthouse screwing the muses and me out of the rare time for inspiration, i left the written gardens to do some chores... bug sprayed the patio as the ants were encroaching again... need to spend at least $50 on outdoor insect control because the cheap management of this community will not and ants are swarming in front and back of the apartment once again... i miss owning my own home, but it was quite a lot more work, actually... of course the retirement nest egg it was made it worth it... sigh...
then i did some laundry... and cleaned the bedroom... and put the bed down... yup, i rearranged the bedroom and put the bed down in spite of the car damage last week done by the workers the management hired and in spite of the fact that they did not respond to my request for their insurance company...
la la la wah wah wah yes, it sucks to be poor and have limited choices and all that, but poor is a relative term when we consider we bring in about a many thousand times what the average household earns in some parts of the world and how many in this world have no income at all (i was there for many years myself, but that's another life)... first world, third world, what the hell's the difference when we all kill each other...
another bloated night, but perhaps, into bed for the first time in many months...
narf :}
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