itâs not even 8am yet and todayâs been a fucking DAY
i woke up at 5am to start the rest of my move. mind you, this does not include the multiple times that I was woken up by my dogs being dumbasses. which is a lot. my cat wouldnât stop meowing this morning and my dogs have bladders the size of peas. to top that off thereâs a nice little pile of shit too waiting for me when i wake up.
so, i just. suck it up and leave it to clean up later and start packing and moving things into my car. i get it loaded up, and the dogs are being dicks yet again and almost break out into a fight. while the catâs meowing. while iâm still tired and just. ugh.
oh i didnât even mention- my internet apparently got shut off today too, because im a dumbass and apparently think that picking 6/30 as shut off day means the END of 6/30. spoilers: it doesnât.
i also donât have my cellphone because i sent it up to washington for a trade with callie. so ill be phoneless for at least another day i figure.
but i manage to get their harnesses on and i grab my purse and i think im good to go. i have to get my moving and shit done TODAY because itâs my last day in the apartment and im no longer able to push it aside.
i figure i have time for maybe one run, i grab my laptop and the check for rent so i can do things while im out. then i realise when i get to my car that. my keys are not in my purse. they are not in my purse and i had locked the doorknob lock on my door. and there is no other way into the house. and the only other person that has keys is keri. but i dont have my cell phone. and i dont even have my phone. and the internet in my house is off.
so i have a little break down in my car and then resolve to just. walk to t he nearest wifi because what other fucking choice do i have. itâs 6am, payphones dont exist anymore, and even if they did i only have credit cards. apparently the libraryâs wifi isnât on when they arenât open, so i have to walk the 2 miles to mcdonalds with my dogs.
which, i love my dogs, i do.
but i accidentally dropped ghostâs leash and almost just  fucking freaked out. ghostâs the kid of dog that doesnât come when you call. she thinks your playing so sheâll play âyou canât catch meâ when i try to get her to come. and thatâs exactly what she did. on the busiest street in my city.
luckily i know how to get her by now, but i almost didnât. i ran away from her to a more enclosed area with grass and nabbed her when she was peeing. didnât stop me from getting a heart attack though.
so i walk the rest of the two miles to mcdonalds, call my mom for keriâs number (which she didnât even think she had, originally. then i wouldâve been fucking screwed because my mom doesnât want me to have two dogs so she doesnât know about prince and i wouldâve had to ask her to come get me.) and then call keri. whoâs still asleep. and like the beautiful, wonderful, thoughtful friend she is still agrees to come save me from my fucked up morning.