and later...

Just realized we are staying in a crack motel. Pretty sure the owner thinks we’re shooting up all day in the room because she keeps getting the maids to check on us like three times a day. (Maybe it’s because we keep the curtains closed all the time… but it’s really because I was walking around in my bra and realized all the crackheads across from us could see right into our room.) I told the maid she didn’t have to clean our room because we slept in and we didn’t need new towels or anything, so she asked if she could just watch TV in our room instead. (Hahahaha… we said yes.)

And then, some church group knocked on our door because they were distributing free bagged lunches to everyone in the motel. What the fuck? (They were pretty good, actually.) I guess crackheads have to eat, too.

There are also these light brown faded stains on my sheets… syringe wound?

On the bright side, we’re moving into our apartment on Tuesday or Wednesday. (The nice one, not the one with the dead bugs and Ninja Turtle paintings in the basement.)