Day 47
Friday.
Inching back into life I don’t say TGIF! But rather, MehIF. No longer wiped out from walking down my stairs I can officially resume my status as human being, but with limited productivity. I get a shower in (score) and a stellar walk on the beach.
The big news happened when my landlord decided to stop by (only after she swears she calls me, funny thing though, my phone must screen her calls for me because they never appear). She asks me if I’m free on Thursday afternoons. Of course I think the worst immediately. We broke something. I didn’t pay the right amount. We’re going to be kicked out. No, no, what she says is even more intense. She wants me to teach her son English. And promises to pay big bucks. My ears chirp up at the sound of money deals being made and my tongue walks out to greet them before I’ve had time to properly process it all. I say YES YES YES. Only afterwards do I have buyer’s regret. Land lord’s son. LANDLORD! What if I mess up? What if I teach something wrong? What if her son hates me? Who knows what she’ll do to the electric bill if I don’t do a good job teaching her son.
Nothing like a little anxiety to get the system up and running though.
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