Talked with the BHA high priestess and she said it'll be about a month and I'll be back in my hobbit house. I can breathe again, I can make plans, I can rest easy. And I can tell my roomies when they'll see the end of my old ass, when my friends will get to reclaim the space my plants and belongings are taking up in their homes, and when I'll need a new bed by!
Life is magick and turns on a dime. Why do I always forget that?
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