Saturday, September 16, 2017
Woke up hot last night. I knew right away. The a.c. is out. I've had it repaired twice this summer, so I am afraid this might be the end of it. I'm broke and about to break. A roof, insulation, and a central a.c. unit all in a matter of months.
A woman I work with had her house flooded during the hurricane. It undid the foundation. She, her family, and her cats have nowhere to go. She looks like a zombie right now.
Such tales are ubiquitous. I am not big enough, however, to be less affected by what happens to me. There are two types of suffering--mine and others. Not proud of this. Just saying.
Fuck, shit piss, goddamn.
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