It Involves Stairs

It’s been a long week.

Sometimes when I’m below deck I think, how did I get here? This isn’t real life. This is fake. When will I wake up and discover that really I’m a princess? Then they whine at me. I’m only a servant after all. Yeah, I guess not everyone can be a princess.

You said I looked stressed. Um, yes nothing like that gets by you. I said something about my hip, though that was only the catalyst to my troubles not the cause. The frustrating thing about my hip issue is that now I can’t run. For me this is a devastation. It limits me.

At what point do I make a big deal out of this?

The dryer is unlikely to be replaced anytime soon. No one explains anything to anyone though we all know they will find out eventually because you can’t hide the fact that the dryer doesn’t work. I get so frustrated with all this opaque communication. It’s pointless. Look, the dryer won’t work because there’s a leak in the gas line and if we get that fixed the city will inspect the dock and tell us it’s not to code and that we have to leave until it can be brought to code. All of this costs money no one, not even the dock’s owner, wants to spend. That is why there is no hot water and will never be hot water. Not for a very long time. They aren’t running out and getting an electric dryer because it’s more important to launch the other ship. I hope they’re right about that. Honestly I’m not excited about the future of drying on the Plotless Monster, it involves stairs.

Seriously, I need to find a new situation soon...

Oh and we got virus.