I hate our fridge so much today.  It did the thing where it decides to just stop cooling for a while, so I emptied it and let it stand open so it wouldn’t smell weird.  It just sort of arbitrarily started working again.  There is somebody coming in to look at it tomorrow, but I think the burning fire of my rage scared it into working.  My heart health will suffer if my anger is the only thing keeping the fridge on, so I hope the service dude can figure it out.

spread those maps out on my bedroom floor