I am out of sorts today. I can’t get out of my head. Had another SH dream. Not as violent as the one I had a few weeks ago. I made a half hearted attempt at cleaning the kitchen. I de cluttered it and wiped down the counters and table and that was about it. I had a huge breakfast so I’m likely not going to be hungry until we’ll into there evening. That’s kind of what my days off are like, two large meals instead of three small ones.
I really need to go shopping but it’s just so cold....I don’t want to go back out there. The winter doldrums are setting in for me. It’s around this time that I just can’t deal with it anymore and start to feel hopeless looking forward at the fact that there’s at least two months of this ******** stretching out in front of me. The NJ flower show used to be in mid February and would rejuvenate me with its beautiful displays and smells of spring, but last year they moved it to may even before the shutdown. This year the Philadelphia one isn’t happening. I’ve got nothing.
Sigh. I guess I just have to focus on the house. I am going to send a formal letter to my landlord once we are officially out detailing the original lease. It said that they were required to present a new lease unless they had good cause not to and if they didn’t then it would be assumed to be month to month. I’m going to gently tell him to **** off about the last two months of rent. I calculated the possible damages we may be charged for. It will likely be above the amount of our security deposit but I don’t mind paying that as long as we don’t have to pay 2 months rent on top of that.
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Of course it is happening inside your head. But why on earth should that mean that it is not real?
-Albus Dumbledore
That’s life. If nothing else, that is life. It’s real. Sometimes it
f—-ing hurts. But it’s sort of all we have.
-Garden State
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