the reason

I need to get the fuck away from Regions. They're fucking murdering me.

Yesterday I hung out with Scott. Since I got my pool key, we went swimming for a very nice hour and a half until a big group showed up with screaming kids so we were like fuck this we're out of here. Then we went to Home Depot (yay, I love Home Depot) to get Scott some pieces to modify one of his lightsabers, like the dork he is. Then he took me to Sandros, where I've never been, and we ate some pretty damn good Italian food, then to Sweet Rolls, where I got some super fucking delicious cheesecake ice cream. We ran to Walmart for Game of Thrones snacks, then went to Rouses to check if they had the GoT Oreos, which they did. Came back here to watch the last episode of GoT from last season to get us ready. He had to go to work this morning, but I am super pumped about GoT later.

I've sold a few things off lately to give myself a bigger buffer zone, so I'm meeting someone at noon to do an exchange. It's beautiful outside, so I may sit outside after and read. Apartment is pretty clean.

This coming week at work is going to be murderous because the lady who does our insurance is going to Gatlinburg for a week, so my coworker and I are pulling very long shifts on a very busy week, but I'm crossing my fingers out for cancels when people remember it's a holiday weekend. I am ready for Biloxi. Thought we were staying at the Hollywood but it's the IP, I don't give a shit, I just don't want to be in this goddamn zip code.

Every time someone says Gatlinburg around me, I feel like they're hitting me with a sack full of hot door knobs right in the chest.

Tubing coming up. Ready. Ready. READY.

Things are not good right now, but I am trying to keep my head above water.

-Rae