He's entirely too good to me.
Entirely entirely too good.
That man is going to end up getting backrubs every night for the rest of his life if he keeps knocking me out with kindness like this.
My mother bought a roll away bed. She felt guilty about me sleeping on the couch or floor. It's almost a twin... a super single... and the sheets don't really fit. I'm going to feel like a guest, really. But that's okay... because in a weird way, I am.
Just passin through.
I need to figure out what to do with the clothes. Do I take them down to the goodwill thing or call DAV or CHKD and ask if they're doing pickups anytime soon?
I think I might call.
I have a bag full of stuffed animals too.
4 bags of clothes, one huge bag of stuffed animals, and the 50-60 lbs of paper trash I've already gotten rid of.
All things I can do without.
I wonder what the potpourri scented Windex tastes like.
Wish I could draw