Y'KNOW WHAT I HATE
YOU SHOULD, I COMPLAIN ABOUT IT ENOUGH
I HATE INSPECTIONS.
I hate people coming into my apartment ESPECIALLY when I'm not there. And lo and behold, apparently I'm getting a fucking inspection tomorrow, when I'm so goddamn busy. I work 9:30-3 at the Shoppe and then I'm whisked away to fucking Bluesfest to work 4-11 there. I ain't gonna be home all goddamn day and people are coming into my apartment.
Of course, I am the worst of worryworts and all I can think of is not that they'll find something wrong, because my apartments pretty keen, but that they'll fuck up and lock Kenobi out on the balcony or forget to lock the door when they leave and I'll get totes robbed or some shit like that. I don't trust these people. I should, but I just can't. And I'll be gone too long to keep Kenobi in my bedroom for safety reasons.
ARGH, I ANGER.
I'm going to spend all day tomorrow worrying myself into a frenzy, I just know it.