Well. There's a blockage in my building's HVAC system, which has led to water seeping up from under my flooring in two rooms (soon to be three, maybe four!). My office floor is a goner and will have to be torn up, my living room carpet will probably be a goner as well, and the water is only spreading. Meanwhile the units above me are still using their AC π₯° after I asked them not to (and possibly after management asked them not to, as well) π₯°I haven't been using my AC (because I can't afford a $300+ electric bill) so this is 1000% not on me, yay,
but the point is, maybe I won't be poasting much for a few days? A week? Many weeks? Or maybe I'll be poasting more? I can never predict exactly how I'll respond to stress.
The good news is while I was moving my rug out of my office I found an earring I thought I lost, and also I finally got my fucking adderall prescribed AND just yesterday found a pharmacy that actually has it in stock, so this was the best day this could have happened, I guess. With the power of meth on my side, I can do...anything...?
RIP my bookshelf though.
