Apparently my Mom and I failed the yearly apartment inspection (which is performed when inspecting the fire alarms.) So they have given us a week to declutter. I know our place is full of stuff, but we keep it clean - there's no problem with bugs or mice or anything. Argg . . . this at the same time as I'm trying to get a job and feeling like a bit of a loser. I feel the swirl of life pushing me down, but I don't want to give into it. My first impulse upon receiving the notice was to buy a bottle of wine, but I didn't (I'm a recovering alcoholic.) I keep saying to myself that it's not what happens, but how you deal with it. But I can hardly move, like I'm sinking in quicksand.
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People are strange, when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone.
Morrison/Krieger