Oh, and I may be dying.
When I first moved back into Manhattan, I spent 3 days scrubbing away mold and mildew, scraping burnt edges off the stove top, Swiffering all the dust and dust-friends up (one room alone = 3 dry Swiffers & 1 wet one!), and washing out the rugs, curtains, and futon covers. I'm pretty sure that some of that gunk got into my lungs, hence the immense hacking, the trouble breathing, the stuffed up yet runny nose, and the incredibly hoarse voice.
But I promise to settle down, get better, and return to normal life soon.
In other news, new hoops came in FINALLY! Unfortunately the wrong color and not as quality as my old hoop but I'm getting pink gaffer tape soon, yay.

seems like someone needs alice, imo
ReplyDeletei need to see your new place. and you of course. i miss thee gabbie.
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