furniture

Good morning, my darlings. It’s a rainy fucking Saturday. No outdoor fun today. However, we might make it out to Walmart again. Mom had an MRI yesterday. Brian’s been trying to convince her rearranging their bedroom is a good idea. She didn’t agree. I don’t think she’d even had a chance to leave the neighborhood…

Panic, sleep, panic, fake it.

For some reason, today just feels like a Monday to me. I think it might be the routine switched up. Every other weekend, cleaning/shopping is usually a Sunday thing. I don’t know why I didn’t do it. I’ve been out of work long enough now, and days no longer have meaning. I’m hoping the agent…