I love carrot cake. I can no longer eat it, so I hope someone will have a happy surprise.

I am here at my mom’s house today and tomorrow. The drive was fine. Most of the downstairs is cleaned of her stuff that I know I won’t keep. Jesus Christ though there are four bins of lightbulbs. There are drawers full of batteries So many underpants!

I really think the big thing is the ceiling/roof and then the electrical.

I found a card from her hated neighbor from like, 2009 apologizing for coming on her land with a $100 unspent gift card. I am feeling more charitable towards him now. I already was, but I have been dreading talking to him. I know I cannot sell to him or my mom will resurrect herself to kill me! But I think he was just a young dude with a house and had parties and my mom was paranoid. I think he is just a little bit older than I am.