I have been sleeping on a couch and living out of a suitcase for 27 days. I will be doing so for 12 days more. It wouldn't be so bad if I was on the road or something. But for all 27 days, I've been living in houses where other people are settled in--the toothbrushes are in cups on the counters, and the movies are on the shelves in the living room.
And my stuff is in boxes in the Thorsons' garage.
GAARFGH;SKJDF;LKDJGHLSKDKDGAAAAAAAARGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
(That was my scream of trapped angst. Both angst that was trapped and is now released, and the angst that comes from the state of being trapped.)
Hell hath no insanity like that of a woman who's homeless.
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