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Krystal is in the hospital. She’s going on the second night of being there. I can’t really sleep because of it.
I can’t find any motivation to clean this pig pen I live in.
The d00dz have been chasing ants around, tis the season.
This real shitty tenant abandoned her dog yesterday. This dog has been on the run for the past 2 days around my property and neighborhood. It’s been 90+ outside the whole time. Every time I see this thing, I fucking run full speed. The little jerk still gets away.
About 10 minutes ago, I swear I heard a huge pop outside my window. Nah, no gangster shit unfortunately. I think my A/C compressor just exploded. So, I’ll be living like a gangster in the hood.
When it is all said and done, it will take Saint Fiacre more than a month to work on a four song demo. If this shit doesn’t get online soon, we’ll be sitting stagnant. I hate that.
I’m about to apply for a THIRD job. Hopefully I get it.
My arm just fell off, great.