May. 10th, 2017

Screaming

May. 10th, 2017 09:36 pm
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Lynelle came in early, which of course isn't a problem so much as it always feels disconcerting. I got a lot of work done in the morning, but less as the day went on. JJD came back from vacation and took an inordinately large amount of time before saying hi to me. We chatted briefly, but he was interrupted by other coworkers who wanted to hear all about his journey. He came back a while, hedging around and I was downright sitcomish in joking with him when he came in to "tell me a story."

The story, it turns out, was actually the worst thing I could imagine him telling me. He'd asked a friend to take care of his cat, Mouthy, while he was gone for a week and a half. His friend had forgotten. Completely. I'm aware that my priorities are off, but if he'd told me that he'd gone on a killing spree while in Italy, I wouldn't have been hit as hard. I gave him what advice I could, despite still flagellating myself over Mousey. Plus this isn't even something that could be chalked up to there being so many worse ways to go, as dying of thirst in your own fucking house is pretty goddamn awful. Unsurprisingly, things got worse for me as the day went on, as the water lapped over my internal levies and muddied my thoughts. I didn't really even know where I was when I finally left.

Tim emailed me in the morning to let me know that 1) he'd dropped his phone into the water and 2) his boat insurance was due today.

Much to my surprise, my apt was much cleaner than when I'd left in the morning. The trash had been taken out of the can, most things in the living room had been organized. The bathroom door was closed, and I figured that Bryan had finally heeded Tim's advice to clean up. I was somewhat pleasantly surprised to see Jeff, then, who it turns out might not have Hep C. He'd had a doctor's appt, came here to kill time, and decided the place was too messy. My living room was too messy for a meth addict.

Jeff lingered in the living room for a long time. He tried to come into my room, to say hi to Lady Miss Friday, but she gave annoyed meows when he entered the room, and Jeff is smart, so he doesn't press the issue with her. He finally left, but just then I got a text from Mason, asking about a couple of my self destructive coping mechanisms. Again, I gave what advice I could. He wants to visit me, and I guardedly want him to despite being painfully aware that he's 22.

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