I is tired.
Between the nightmare storage trip, the months long peepers saga and chronic daily financial stress that takes no days off, my Black ass is exhausted.
After surgery, with two fresh eyes (mama, I can seeeeee!) I noticed a leak in my apartment that I hadn’t seen before because, lol, I couldn’t see it.
Today I learned that: I need a new pipe installed, they have to rip up the wood floor from water damage and the bathroom ceiling needs to be knocked out and replaced.
You know what? I don’t even care at this point. What I’ma do? I just have to accept that there will be strangers up in my home for who knows how long, my nervous system will be dysregulated on the regular and, I’ll live.
But that’s not why I’m here.
Let’s talk about poverty! (It still sucks.)
Every time I see studies about how giving poor people money actually improves the quality of their life, I want to throw spoons because, why is this a serious question?!
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