Its cold in this room.

I’m not emailing this shithead for Mom anymore. She does not pay me enough to compensate for the stress and frustration. I’m not even going to read his two latest emails, she can do that, too. I refuse to undo the goodness done by my chiropractor this afternoon, I just refuse.

Besides, I kind of feel like crying, anyway. Don’t need that shit.

I kind of feel like working on something, but like….I don’t feel like doing anything by myself. Welcome to my idiocy.

sounds like travis, “turn”