Wed. Ness. Day.
Three hours of broken sleep makes Erica something something.
CRANKY AND TIRED.
It’s currently liminal Spacemas on my side of the screen with no end in sight and I’m doing my best to go with it but it’s all very Inception-like.
Kiddo made a choice for himself and, unfortunately, I had to remind him that nobody has a right to make him feel bad for a choice he is comfortable with.
Sadly, I am his one and only cheerleader but I am the loudest cheerleader.
He’s graduating with a business degree and a provincial diploma but not an official diploma from the school because his school is religious and he failed religion in the most spectacular fashion. I genuinely didn’t know a grade could get that low.
After a whole month, my apartment’s management is finally coming to fix the AC and I am excited to be able to cook without sweating.
When I was 12, I biked over to my friend’s house for dinner and her dad made a giant roast. He took his shirt off at the table to carve it and then proceeded to sweat all over it. I didn’t eat that night.




















