Dragged ass home after 11-hour day on 2 hrs. sleep to find out that my landlord & I are "done." Looks like I did myself out of a place to live by calling out the wrong liar on the wrong lie at the wrong time in the wrong manner. Said liar retaliated against my landlord. I have no idea if he told more lies in the process. Since the one told me not to contact him again and the other told me we're done, I can't find out; I guess it probably doesn't matter.
And now
my ass is bleeding. It's a constipation situation. I had a colonoscopy and everything was okay in that regard. But it's still gross, upsetting, and makes me a titch woozy.
Off to bed while I still have one... (Well, actually it's a very narrow sofabed intended to accommodate having all 4 of my bookcases (once I would have retrieved the other 3) plus dresser & such (once I retrieved the rest of those) in this very small room that I'm nonetheless very blessed to have had for a while.)