Mine? As miserable as ever. My little bro wanted to go to a little comic con thing, is just not my vibe, felt surrounded by people in weird costumes is just… Thankfully I was there for like half an hour.
I had a job interview Friday and no one was there to interview me. Apparently HR dropped the ball. It’s 110 outside and I’m homeless and living out of a car atm. We had thunderstorms which meant rolling up the windows. I only have a few bucks left and therefore cannot run the AC because of gas. Once the storms were over it was back to 110 but with nearly 100% humidity and even more sweating. I’m currently stealing WiFi to write this out and I’m hungry AF. So yea, bummer about your 30 minutes.
Yes that sounds like nothing compared to the hellish experience of being forced to go to comic con.
