Bille Jean Is Too Tired To Be Your Lover

Slept better than I have in weeks. Maybe months. There was a text from Julian sent late the last night; his ass is bleeding, and he needs to go to the hospital. I texted him back, saying I could bring him when I got out of work. He replied later in the morning; he had some sort of ruptured bowel, is still at the hospital, has to wear a diaper, but is demanding to be released against doc's orders. It's no use trying to use logic or reason with him. I'm going to get him boxes and keep some stuff in storage for him while he's gone. I know it sounds like additional tethers, but I can see in my crystal ball that if I didn't, he'd message me in a few months, freaking out because he hadn't paid, they were going to confiscate his stuff, and could I take over the bill, just for a little while. What else ya see in them cards, Miss Cleo?

I'd left my workout clothes at home, so I stopped there, and then spent time cleaning and vacuuming instead of gymming. I found flea bites the other morning, so best not to let them get a hold. I also found and tried on my outfit. The wig is not quite right, but it's too late to get it styled. Hover was still in the clear yellow house, but he'd pulled some of the bedding from his last nest over to the door of it. D'awwwww. Rehearsal was at Shaun & Bryce's, and went really well. I didn't really get the flow of it until now, and Aaron put in at least a little actual dancing for me, so that's nice.

Tim came by when I got home, and it was good to see Pupple again. We caught up a little but I was so tired from everything I couldn't pay much attention. He met Hover, though Hover is still not doing much but hanging out in his little plastic house. Tim had warned me against getting multiple mice, and even had a vision of walking in to find mouse habitats all over my apartment, a la Homer picking up Maggie from daycare. Haha. Ha.