It’s Monday, and I’m working with the worst pharmacist in the world. Mal is walking around the house, meowing at nothing.
While I have a cup of tea, I’m not looking forward to the day.
From the looks of it, almost everything I put outside yesterday afternoon was picked through and taken. I can’t see everything from my front door, but the only thing visible is the pieces of busted up cheap bookcase. I uploaded a load of things to Facebook Marketplace yesterday afternoon, and woke up to three inquiries.
Tomorrow is payday, budget will be looked at, and things will be paid.
Ugh. Let’s get this shit started.
