However I try to sound in these parts, I’ve gone about my life in a structured and well-organised manner.
And then, after spending a week not budging from the bed with Crayola, I get this scary sounding letter that roughly went: “If you don’t stop by with your rent, we will evict you.”
Update: We’d initially assumed a few days would do. That became a week. And now it’s been over 10 days.
It must be obvious why there aren’t any journal updates.