Nothing to do but wait for the truck.
No food in the house, surviving on bread and water.
Hot and humid.
Stomach is still trying to return to normal. Feels like shards of glass throughout my intestinal tract, for the past three days.
Shoot me now, the truck will not be here until Wednesday. Yeah, right.
We ordered dinner, from the store that shall remain nameless, food has gone downhill. Fried chicken wings that were not well coated, if it weren't for the oil dripping off of them, I would believe the gooey mess was cooked in water.
Cable and the internet have been shutoff, it is a good thing that I have a Hot Spot on my phone.
Please let me awaken from this nightmare in my hot tub overlooking Santa Fe.
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