Chapter 216 Who The Fuck Are You?

• I slept on my lumpy couch. It made me wonder if half my stomach queasiness came from the smell of the ancient fabric. Which started me down the path of cleaning my entire apartment at dawn. All eight hundred square feet of it. It didn’t take long.
• Just like my unpacking, though I’d stretched out that awful task as long as humanly possible.
• Since I didn’t have another episode yay extra strength Febreeze and baking powder trick on Pinterest I went full tilt on the baby shower prep for Sage. At least the non-cooking things. No need to infect the world if I was sick for some reason and just not showing symptoms.