What Was That Bang

Julian not being here, I'm fairly good at dragging myself out of bed, getting to work on time, and staying on track. Suzanne had no idea why she and I switched, but she's fine with it, and tired of claims.

I didn't get as much as I'd wanted done, but I never do these days, and yet I'm still staying more on top of things than I used to.

The older couple that I've played with before texted me - they're in town until Sunday and would like to see me. Sweet!

Julian texted & messaged all day begging for money and attention. As a performer, I love having a fan. But Julian feels a little like Annie Wilkes, or maybe the Goblin King, depending on your reference point. I keep getting into relationships with people who need more than I give. But if I destroy myself, I can slow how fast they sink.

Dana also messaged me, and I'd have loved to have hung out with hi. He went to walk his dogs, I went to the gym, and then swung by Mo's to pick up flyers for the concert. I'm not in much of it, truthfully, but I'm *crushing* the dances I'm in. Steve Richards was apparently also there, but I didn't see him. I darted in and out, left just as the Freemason's "Greenlight" remix was ending. I don't think the bouncers usually see someone stone cold sober sing along with a track on the way out. I saw the homeless people with their wonderful dogs who are in so much need. They were on the corner last time I saw them, too. I'm going to ask Schmerber about resources next time I see him.

Dana never texted me back - maybe I was supposed to ask him over? Tim and Pupple did come over - he'd called me at the gym, then sent an email and messaged on FB. I appreciate how hard he works to keep Pupple in my life. I love Pupple, of course, and the only time I can remember being wrong is getting mad at Tim for telling Wyatt to leave Pupple with me. I also recognize that Tim has some minor ulterior motives, but he wouldn't even ask to be here nearly as much if it wasn't for Pupple.

Going to bed without the need to get up for work the next day is awesome. Alas, it's not awesome to stave off insomnia. I might try melatonin, but I can't keep track of all the vitamins and pills I'm supposed to take now, so I'm reluctant to add.

Around 3 AM, I heard a crash. I thought maybe Julian, but I'd locked my door. I thought maybe the dishes, or else a demon or something. But I didn't have my Teddy Knife, and Lady Miss Friday was unusually sitting next to my bed and growling at the door.