my landlord, via a note slipped under my door: hey we'll be over sometime between 9am and 2pm to paint the walls you mentioned in your initial report
me, to myself: fuck. I'm going to have to get up early and get the fuck out before 9 because human interaction. also, i must clean my entire apartment, they can't know I live here.
me, going to bed at 2am: my apartment is extremely clean except for the room that they will spend the most time in, presumably.
me, now, at 9:15: sitting in my rocking chair half asleep, no where near ready for the day or leaving my apartment.
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