(So while I know this is the obvious option & likely the smartest, it doesn’t actually make the idea of having to pack up/throw half my life away any easier, that’s still my top stress dream after London in 2020 & having it play out in real life again feels Bad)

(The people who came to view the house this week offered us like…a reasonable amount, where we just take what we want to keep & we have a 9 month settlement, & despite us both kind of hating that agent it would help a lot with the pile of debt we’re currently in, so we’re probably going to take it)

Mime in Sigfried but also me: how do I get this intruder out of my house
Also me: could I ask him 3 questions & if he doesn’t know the answers I get to keep his head, that worked out pretty well for Mime…”how many objects are in this house” “how many of them are shoes” etc

(I also pulled “my dad’s having heart surgery in January…so we’re not going to be able to do anything until well after then anyway…yes it IS sad and scary thank you for your concern!” which also helped I think)

It’s so cute that men still seem to think women would bother getting a degree just to impress a man, as if it would be worth the work for that minimal a pay off

(Also congrats! 🎉🎉🎉)

(Every time I get one of these headaches I am reminded of how no doctor will look further into why they got demonstrably worse after I smashed that side of my face in a year ago, or why that cheek never went down, or why that sinus has been worse since then, & I get angry enough to make it worse)

I told my dad I was going to tell him to fuck off, & he was like “…maybe put that a little more diplomatically” & I did agree but I’m starting to feel more like first thought best thought on that one, I hate a pushy salesperson in ANY field & “the only place I have to live” is pretty high stakes

Update this man has just sent me YET ANOTHER text message being like “looking forward to showing the BUYER through this afternoon!” like excuse me sir I hope you haven’t got this “buyer”’s hopes up, bc we did not tell you at any point we were looking to sell RIGHT THIS FUCKING MINUTE

(I have to say that also likely one of the reasons I wasn’t flagged as ND until my late 20s was that all of my friends also talk like this, like smart yappers who interrupt each other constantly, & it honestly took me hitting the workforce to realise oh…yeah that’s not Normal People Talking is it)

(The first act was nearly an hour & a half, the second is an hour & a quarter & the third is another hour & a half, my hips & my back are already complaining but like as per once it actually starts I do kind of get into it, it’s like what if lotr had more incest & was in German)

I’m sorry, “don’t take photos or go on your phone during a sit down concert or theatre performance, especially when they have ASKED YOU NOT TO” is the hill I will always die on, it’s so fucking rude to the performers & the rest of the audience, & honestly throw movies in there too, can you just NOT