Fuck.

I took a nap and woke up, checked the new forecast and had a nervous breakdown. I'm leaving, whether with a friend of AD or with Miss S or whomever, and I'm sorry to say with or without Hank.

I feel horrible, horrible, horrible about this. But I can't stay. They're telling us this is the worst-case scenario.

Oh the irony, what's on my to-do list for next week? Get renter's insurance. Fuck.

I'm a wreck and that's the truth. I'm packing and getting out of here with whoever will take me.