Aaaaand now she’s yelling at me for not “packing my shit and taking it with me” and threatening to throw it all away.

I’m sorry, I have two suitcases I can bring across the country with me every year, and no permanent housing for the next few years. Jesus Christ, it’s just a few boxes in a closet.

I’m so frustrated, I wrote this short poem about Hermes in my head at a restaurant but now that I’m getting around to writing it down, I forgot the whole thing and everything that’s coming out is jumbled crap.