It was so scary. I was vacuuming our bedroom and the vacuum hit the radiator and it sounded like something ignited and sparks went flying! I squealed like a little girl! Then it smelled like burning. I texted my husband about it and he put in a maintenance request. I don't trust that radiator now. I turned the heat WAY down in here! I'm just happy the carpet didn't catch on fire or anything. Those sparks looked evil. 😈

Other than that exciting event not much has happened today yet. I did my usual cleaning, took my shower, ate a nuclear power plant sized apple for lunch (seriously. The thing was HUGE!). Took my anti-anxiety pills and a seroquel. Ready for a nap. Know I should write, but I keep on procrastinating for some reason! I don't know why!

It's really starting to annoy me though. Maybe it'll annoy me enough to the point where I'll get angry 😠, and then be like, "FCK THIS!!!!" And start writing. That would be amazing.