well then!

I think coming home to an eviction notice (I'm making that sound much more dramatic than it is) should put a cap on this week. Good GRIEF, this week. I would have said that I liked the way I ended it--with introspection and science fiction in a coffee shop and a huge white mug of coffee and then a few thumping, grinning hours in a dimly lit bar with my boyfriend up on stage being all... amazing, and then a forty minute ride home that was the most comfortable ever because my head was on his lap as he drove and we were listening to Styx. But that was before I came home to an email telling me our time here is ending and now I've woken up again, because that's perfect and also, hell.