I'm in this place again. Turns out the relief was short-lived and I am back where I started.
Add a failed laptop power cord (can't even turn the thing on), some very creepy guys who think they're all that and a bag of chips (do I have to deal with this right now?), a gaping hole where a really cute cat should be (I miss how he would cozy up my lap when I read a book), and some seriously misplaced hope into the mix and you have one very tired and emotionally volatile woman. If I could figure out how to do it, I'd infinitely prefer to run away. But I can't, so here I am.
And that's about all I've got.