We ate all the mango popsicles at like 2am in the middle of a hurricane, because the power was out and they'd just have melted anyway. And every time I think about that, my throat gets tight.

I have a place to live. I'm moved in. My life is in shambles and it's just another fucking horrible fall that is going to be followed by another awful winter. Just when I think my life has reached the pinnacle of ridiculous, something even worse happens.