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It rained and rained yesterday. Put me in a gray mood.

Went to the grocery store in the morning. Two to be exact because I was looking for something specific. Both stores were out. I am going to try one more this morning and see if I can find it. Nothing exciting, just a brand of honey B wants. Then I had to go and get cat food. So a few errands run.

Things were going smoothly until B and I heard a noise in the kitchen. The stupid fridge started leaking. The office said it's because the vents in the freezer were blocked. I found that hard to believe because nothing had been added to the freezer. But whatever. I rearranged the freezer and eventually the compressor kicked back in. Made for a fun time cleaning up piles of water on the kitchen floor.

Then B got a wild hair up her butt and wanted to play N64. I knew where it was, but it was a major pain. I must have gotten hit on the head from falling boxes 10 times. I got very frustrated and depressed dealing with that. Why? Because I feel like that's my whole life. Jammed in a closet, buried away, nothing of mine in the front room, everything of mine in boxes. I just want some space. My closet is a ticking time bomb because everything gets jammed in there. Clothes are impossible to get out. Fucking sucks. I need more space.

Whatever. Doesn't matter.