Better Aim

Despite having an exhausting fucking day and getting to bed at a reasonable hour, I couldn't sleep at all. It was well after 1am before I finally dozed off, and I woke up before my 6am alarm.

FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK.

There was some bullshit "interview" with Bernie Sanders, which was trumpeted by Hillary supporters as a nail in the coffin for a few days before it was rightly called out as being bullshit. Of course, Hillary supporters are still claiming it's a nail in the coffin, because politics often resembles a childhood game of cops & robbers. Each side claims direct hits on the other, and the other "dodges" all of it.

Though I usually don't post political stuff, I did repost the article calling out the initial hitpiece interview, which drew a few Hillary supporters trying to throw shade. To quote a recent macro I saw, "I don't throw shade, I give light" - I will light you on fire. Aside from not drowning in everything that's been going on, getting to so completely eviscerate people trying to attack me has been the highlight of my week.

I somehow made it through the day, got all my work done, and picked up the Friday breakfast goodies for work the next day before heading home. Lloyd was gone when I got there, which is good because as nice as he was, I was ready to have my living room back. Shane hasn't texted me back about staying with me this weekend, but I wanted at least one night alone before he comes in (if he comes).

Amazingly, I did not text Julian back. I have no idea what to say to him, and I don't think we've had enough space for us to do anything but fall back into our terrible patterns. Instead I jerked off on the couch looking at pictures of his ass. Temptation to text him subsided after that. Go figure.