I am very happy indeed to be home! I had quite the adventure getting here. My first flight was at 11:30 p.m. from Arizona to Michigan. This was delayed so late that we didn't land until 7 a.m. and I had to hoof it through the surprisingly large Detroit airport to make my connection. But I did, with no real issues (other than an obnoxious kid referring to Detroit as Motown. I don't know why that bothered me, maybe because he was wearing a blazer and expensive jeans and very obviously cultivated his appearance and manner to be cool or disaffected or something) and got home to my bed at 9 a.m.
By home to my bed I mean that I got a cab, fought with the driver about methods of payment, got the mail, threw the mail on the floor, ignored the purple notice taped to my door, went into the bedroom, and passed out for four hours. It was wonderful and I've never been so happy to see an inanimate object in my life.
Of course, when I eventually dragged myself out of bed, I had to deal with real life again and that was far less pleasant. That purple notice on the door was about pest control coming to spray on Wednesday. Welcome home! Now clean out your kitchen cupboards and drawers and remove everything to another room. Also, you and your guinea pig will need to get the fuck out while we do this. Thanks! I called maintenance but they weren't helpful and insisted piggy had to leave the apartment. I've emailed the head chick to see if I can just put him in the bathroom (which is what I did when they sprayed for bedbugs... because I live in the third world and we have constant bug problems, apparently) but haven't heard back. Worst case scenario finds me packing Johan and his cage into my car and storing him in my old boss's office for the day.
I also went to the store to supply myself with easy items to eat (string cheese and a frozen pizza... evidently that is all I need for the rest of the week?), some cleaning supplies, and bedding for Johan's cage because I needed to clean that out as well. So basically, yeah, I came back from Arizona and dove into doing chores.
But I am home and that is all that matters!
By home to my bed I mean that I got a cab, fought with the driver about methods of payment, got the mail, threw the mail on the floor, ignored the purple notice taped to my door, went into the bedroom, and passed out for four hours. It was wonderful and I've never been so happy to see an inanimate object in my life.
Of course, when I eventually dragged myself out of bed, I had to deal with real life again and that was far less pleasant. That purple notice on the door was about pest control coming to spray on Wednesday. Welcome home! Now clean out your kitchen cupboards and drawers and remove everything to another room. Also, you and your guinea pig will need to get the fuck out while we do this. Thanks! I called maintenance but they weren't helpful and insisted piggy had to leave the apartment. I've emailed the head chick to see if I can just put him in the bathroom (which is what I did when they sprayed for bedbugs... because I live in the third world and we have constant bug problems, apparently) but haven't heard back. Worst case scenario finds me packing Johan and his cage into my car and storing him in my old boss's office for the day.
I also went to the store to supply myself with easy items to eat (string cheese and a frozen pizza... evidently that is all I need for the rest of the week?), some cleaning supplies, and bedding for Johan's cage because I needed to clean that out as well. So basically, yeah, I came back from Arizona and dove into doing chores.
But I am home and that is all that matters!
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