Majel Barrett’s voice often was the intro into particularly tense two-parters wrapping up, usually spanning a season break.

My friend showed up at 10:15 p.m. with my new phone. Now the fun begins … I swear, Google and Mint both acted like I was the first person to ever have a phone stolen. (“Just connect your old phone …” No, you fucks, if I had my old phone, had it not been stolen, I wouldn’t have a new phone in the first place.)

My home screen is shit, as I still need to set everything up, but Lyft and CashApp are installed and functioning as expected, which means tomorrow’s dental appointment will proceed as planned, which was the whole point of this accelerated endeavour.

I got fucked out of $400, but dude didn’t realize (or failed to execute) the lending leeway that I have. I’m going to have to pull more money out of my inheritance to cover bills, but all told, this was a three-figure problem sted four figures.

I suspect I’ll sleep quite well tonight, and that’s a good thing after getting two hours last night.

But I’m sure as fuck not opening the door if I see that asshole again.

Thanks to everyone for expressing concern and alarm – it was both concerning and alarming on my end, and sometimes, commiseration means a lot in a crisis. So many moving parts at once in life can feel totally overwhelming.

It was with glee that after the grueling install and setup process, I called my college roommate. He’s on Pacific Time, so when the time rolled around to be able to make calls, he was pretty much all that was left.

I thought my temporary ban from Beehaw was hell, but it turns out not having a phone for a day is far worse.

I’ve still got the anxiety of seeing a prosthodontist tomorrow, but one crisis at a time. Having no way to get there or pay was a bit much.

I hope y’all have a lovely week, and thanks again for all the support.

This ends my hour-by-hour dispatches.