This week’s victim: my sanity😬🔪.

This week on Death X Southwest, there’s no murder, no mystery, and not a single suspicious alibi—unless you count my own for why I’m in such a mood. Instead, you’re getting a raw, unfiltered update on my week, my career existential crisis, losing my job, and a delightful detour into the joys of perimenopause (spoiler: it’s not delightful).

Think of this episode as a true crime scene, except the only thing getting killed is my patience and possibly my last functioning brain cell. It’s a bitch-fest with a side of oversharing, some quality complaining, and the kind of sarcasm that could solve its own cold case. 

Hey, sometimes you need true crime, sometimes you just need someone to validate that everything is, indeed, fucked. Today's your lucky day for option two.

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