This was all before I fell down.

Please do not fall down again. That's my job.

So the good news is that the giant fucking roach in my bathroom is dead. The bad news is that my resident roach-dealer-with does not live here any more. I seriously thought for a moment about whether I could survive for two and a half more weeks without going in there, but it's not really feasible.

That is simply unAmerican.

Windsparrow, that's an awesome rant, really showing up the hypocrisy. Not that it will make any difference, but go you for saying it.

I'm in contract management training all week, and I think I'm going to die. SO BORING. The instructor is basically reading from the manual in front of the class. Thank god I have two relatively nice coworkers in class with me, but they've started talking politics and one of them is pro-police and I cannot hide fast enough.

(I am not entirely anti-police, but I am in favor of using modern technology to reveal how the police have been accustomed to mistreat minorities in this country, rather than continue hiding the reality of it.)

Anyway, as a result of being SO BORED, I have made magic bars tonight. (Butterscotch bars with chocolate chips, walnuts, and coconut.) Hopefully class tomorrow will be less deadly boring with a hit of sugar and fat.

My dinner was chips and dip and hard cider. Because I'm an adult.

Seriously, a kid couldn't have gotten away with it.

(I am not entirely anti-police, but I am in favor of using modern technology to reveal how the police have been accustomed to mistreat minorities in this country, rather than continue hiding the reality of it.)

My standard response to various "blue lives matter most" type rants is this: I care so much about the lives of police officers that I want for them the kind of trust and support and therefore increased safety from the communities in which they work that can only come from genuine accountability for wrong-doing.

My lunch was two honeycrisp apples and caramel dip.

I had raspberry jaffa cakes for breakfast.

My dinner was two chocolate bars, a roll of sweet tarts, and a package of cheese peanut butter crackers. On a plane, because I always eat terrible on planes. Though not usually quite that bad.

I care so much about the lives of police officers that I want for them the kind of trust and support and therefore increased safety from the communities in which they work that can only come from genuine accountability for wrong-doing.

That is also great!

My dinner was guacamole and pita chips and a spoonful of chocolate peanut butter at 10pm.

Scrappy, I feel you. I think I'm being pushed out of my job. And job searching is awkward when my home internet isn't working.