B-b-bollocks t-t-to t-t-this…

Ok, it’s so cold in my apartment that it took me an hour and a half to thaw my feet last night, so I think I’m going to bed early tonight so I don’t die tomorrow at bartending school.

Fucking Conrad. The heating guy is supposedly going to fix this for good tomorrow, though that’s about the seventh time he’s supposed to have fixed it for good. I should see what I need to legally form an angry mob to stone my cheap, dumbass landlord to death…

More details of the road trip and the joy of bartending to come.

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