I am drinking mocha coffee with cream. I have no booze tonight. We may or may not have a touch of triple sec left for coffees. Hubby is tired of hearing me say: By golly, we'll die in WWIII!.

I said it twice or thrice today.

I am very anxious right about now. Hubby went to bed. Maybe I should go buy booze. A six pack of beer or radler or a bottle of baileys. I am trying to remember having taken showers in the dingiest of all apartements I have ever rented in 2007. The shower was in the basement, next to my room. I shared the kitchen with Mostafa, a by now irano-canadian citizen .Crackheads lived upstairs and a guy had a knife on our porch once when I came home. Moose and I lasted 6 months there. 

My room was dark, smallish and smelled like mold. His was on the ground floor.