I have been out of work for two weeks and I have already successfully lost track of the days.
The realtor is coming on Thursday to look at my shithole of a house, so I have decided to spend some time cleaning and fixing what I can this week. I warned her it's a shithole. I'm good like that. I haven't done much over the last five years because I have felt like tenant instead of an owner. Divorce is funny that way. Anyway, fuck this place.
