22 days

The cherubs upstairs let me enjoy my evening. I got a full night’s sleep. Which was nice because I got crocked and there’s little that’s more fun than being roused from a coma than hearing lead-footed freaks dumping barrels of nail polish bottles on your ceiling. 

I can hear them yakking and Thundercunt sounds angry as always. But as long as their kids can sleep through it, I ain’t complaining. 

Thank you God for a very good night. 

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