Lights - That's All we asked for

 Apparently that's too much.  Someone wants an expensive farm and we will probably get higher rent.

I hate what this is doing to my mom.  She should be able to relax at her age and instead, she's worried about the stove after the incident from this summer.  She's convinced they'll see something scarred when they look at our place.

I am cleaning out closets now for the open house tomorrow and for a buyer in the afternoon.  This sucks.  I thought my mom was ok and before I went to bed, she was crying.  She's tired of greedy people. I am too.  We thought we were going to get a storage locker and extra lights.  Instead we feel pushed out or possibly facer higher rent than we can afford.  I hate it too.  

I don't ask for much but I don't ask for the shaft.  It's too much for greedy people!  Ugh.  We had hidden a lot in the two closets that we have and I am trying to rearrange or find new places for hiding or storing.  It just sucks.

Landlord offered to pay for our dinner tomorrow night. I told him my mom is convinced that all restaurants are dirty.  Well, she might have a point.  I don't know what's good for restaurants either.  If I get any fast food it's maybe Taco John's or Panera.  I cut back significantly on fast food once covid hits because I'm with mom.  People are dirty.  Sometimes I need a taco so I digress.  I thanked him and said we can do our grocery shopping during that time.

Then I realized what are we going to do about Precious?  I just can't leave her alone.  That poor little skinny senior is going to be traumatized having strangers in here without us.  We're going to take her with us and maybe drive around or park somewhere.  Wherever we go, she's going with us.  I hate this.  That poor baby. I found her cat carrier.  Hopefully we can get her in tomorrow without too much fuss.  She's not going for any appointments.

I found the realtor that owns the building that I was interested in that's a little southwest from where we live.  Bad reviews. Not shocked.  I felt depressed they didn't return my call.  Seemed like a nice neighborhood.  No.  Slum lords.

I just want an affordable place to live and that seems to be a challenge.

I hope people are nice to me when I become a Door Dash driver.

I hope the good humans have a good day.  I hope you all keep the faith because I think I've lost mine today.  

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