So to those who care, I’m home in Logandale right now. I’ve been down here since Monday. My car got smashed in a SECOND hit and run since moving into this complex. This time the hit was so bad my car was left undriveable.
I’ve been strapped on cash and with this all happening, my parents were cool enough to fly me down here so I could make some extra money helping my grandparents because two of their workers had recently up and quit their jobs so my grandpa who is well into his 60s was having to go out late every night to clean buildings. So it works out on that end.
But now, of course, there is only one slight annoyance.
I am flying home. To my apartment. Where I have a bookshelf. I WANT TO TAKE ALL OF MY BOOKS HOME WITH ME! But whatever. I’ll just take a couple and then make a stack with the request they be brought up to me at Thanksgiving or something.