Hey, my dears 🧸

Honestly? This week’s been… meh.

I’m wandering around the house like a forgotten browser tab — technically open, totally useless.

No Instagram, no work…

🦷 On the bright side: the clinic finally remembered about my long-suffering jaw and booked me in for a TMJ diagnostic on July 12th.

Really hoping the treatment finally starts, because I’m clenching my jaw so hard I’ll soon be cracking nuts with my stare — since my teeth will be gone anyway.

💰 The financial saga: today I made the final payment to the tax office. Borrowed money from friends — huge thanks to them, and to all of you who’ve supported me with words, kindness and memes — it means the world right now.

In the end, my cheerful little tax adventure came to $5,500 — which is only $2,500 less than they first demanded. Small mercies.🥹

In a couple of weeks I’m meeting my accountant again to figure out how not to let my OnlyFans become another reason for the tax office to throw a surprise party for me.

📖 On studying: I’m grinding Polish like my life depends on it (because it kinda does). Next year I’ll be able to apply for a long-term resident card, but first, I have to pass a language exam.

So while everyone else is sipping Aperol by the ocean, I’m under my blanket muttering “przepraszam”, “szczęście” and “Szczebrzeszyn”. Go on, try to read that one.

I dare you.

🥴 Small heroic deeds: in five days of being gloriously unemployed I read two books and stole a little plant leaf from a café. But don’t judge me — it was half-broken already, I just gave it a second chance at life.

Too bad my legendary dieffenbachia didn’t get the same chance. Remember that cutting I fought so hard to save? It even grew roots? Well, my cats knocked over the glass it was in and by morning all the roots were dead.

Of course, I tried to save it stuck it in perlite, gave it a pep talk, but its odds are about as healthy as my bank balance.

Meanwhile, three other plants in my house are slowly dying too.

I’m genuinely starting to think someone cursed me. If you know any curse-reversal rituals DM me, seriously.

😒 And the final punch: two days ago my dad called to say he might have pus building up in his brain. Cheerful, huh?

He’s got an MRI and a pile of tests coming up — fingers crossed it’ll all be fine.

At least he is calling more often now, since that whole thing in May...

So yeah take care of yourselves, your nerves, and your plants. If you ever think your life’s a mess well, you read this and feel a tiny bit better, right?

Big hugs. Don’t lose hope.

Yours, Valeria. ❤️