Anyway, I get woken up at 8 AM when everything shuts down (my computer, my fan, all my white noise that drowns out my asshole neighbours upstairs). I have like 3 hours of sleep on me, I feel like shit, I can't even get the number for the lawyer that can turn it back on, because my internet runs on power. Along with my heat, my stove, my fridge. My EVERY FUCKING THING. I'm panicking because I can't sleep in the dark so I always leave my lava lamp on and some candles and sometimes a light. ARG.2
So I fall into this restless sleep and have a dream that the power is still on in the living room where Sophie is, so everything will be okay. But then I wake up. And feel SO disappointed. And go into the living room because Sophie is yelling "DOWN" which means, get your ass up and set me free! Haha. AND THE POWER IN THE LIVING ROOM IS ON. Holy fucking shit. I had to sit on the floor and cry. This means that my UPSTAIRS NEIGHBOURS ARE ACTUALLY PAYING FOR IT. HAHAHAHAHA. Instant karma, baby.
And Sophie's dad worked in construction, so I still have some of his big-ass construction power cords. Now they're paying for my fridge and my computer! Stick that in your pipe and smoke it!3My mom says I never learn from things because the world always gives me an out. It's true. Whenever things get too bad, something happens that gives me a little more time. I little breathing space. A little out to get through the worst of it. And I'm so fucking grateful.

IT'S A SIGN - you need your computer to WRITE MORE!
