Fucking apartment fucking doesn't have water. Wtf.
Means we're going over to my in-laws for the night.
Sweating like a dog.
I fucking hate sweating when I'm not supposed to.
I already had this mindset that I'd finish my episode, took a shower, weigh myself and sleep.
Now I have to pack tomorrow's clothes, think about what I should bring tomorrow and ultimately what to fucking say to the fucking management. The most douchebag thing that anyone can do is cut water. So sorry for those selangor folks a few weeks ago btw.
Managed to tell the guard about the water interruption on the way out. he says the maintenance guy was already called but we still dont know when the water'll be fixed.
In any case, snapped tonight's weight before we left. I think I would've clocked in like 0.1kg less.
82.3kg.
Fucking good night stress.
Sorry for all the rage dear...

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