That is all.
On the up side, grief and insomnia have been great for my figure.
My housekeeping, notsomuch. It looks like a bomb exploded in here. I guess, metaphorically, one did.
I am taking the day off to get this place back into shape. There’s supposed to be a Parrot under all this mess.
Then I am going to eat at my favorite neighborhood seafood restaurant, which I am NOT going to let you ruin for me. Selfish man.