9:12pm: thought ‘I did it all for the [pile of ten damaged pastel-colored DVDs].’ repacked boxes. ‘rescued’ four stuffed animals from fate of certain forgotten death, welcoming to new loving foster home at mom’s. going to fucking FedEx now better believe bitch gonna live up to her word and mail this shit tonight.

Wanna thank the universe for giving me this opportunity to push my shit ass to the limit today, I saw some lows man not gonna deny it looked like I wouldn’t come out with a win today, but I slid in at the end and turned the shit around man, it’s like when you already gave up and you get the chance to come back you’re gonna come back fierce, tonight I’m sleeping like a blessed woman knowing I put those ten DVDs in their place, thank you universe, thank you Elliott city storage facility, thank mom, thank you dad, and thank you all my unborn babies, remember this day when mama showed Spain how it’s done!!!!

9:36pm: parked at FedEx. Haven’t eaten since domino’s.

9:52pm: cheapest shipping option was $116. Oof. That means $84 profit though, which is $84 less than if I hadn’t done this. DVDs will be in Madrid by May 6 guaranteed. Spain is thirsting for these broke ass-looking beat-up cover forgotten last copies ever of these films DVDs.

10:18pm: worried mom went through bookbag and found drugs, re asking ‘what are you addicted to’ re quote in gabby’s article where saying I was shocked that people didn’t confront me about being addicted to drugs (I said I didn’t feel addicted to anything but that whenever drugs are mentioned people think ‘addiction,’ was just surprised no one had wanted to tell me I was addicted to things, then said ‘are you looking at me?’ mom said ‘yeah, yeah, it’s just my glasses’ and took them off in a little demonstration. I said ‘don’t worry, I’m fine’ and changed the subject fast).

11:05PM: have deduced that it’s wednesday. did not believe it was wednesday. i go to new york again for apartment interview tomorrow. seems…how am i going to…tonight i want to eat and sleep. no more trying for anything else tonight.

11:06pm: mom made me eggs and toast. Stood with her in kitchen, kept pausing and snickering before I talked. Mom acted eager and a little nervous, maybe careful around me. I paused and snickered and said ‘I’m worried you think I’m on drugs right now, I’m not, I’m not on anything.’ she said ‘I don’t think that, wait, why, am I acting weird?’ I said ‘you seem anxious around me a little, but I could be imagining it.’