Not Quite

Woke up in the morning to a voicemail from 1:30 of Hugo singing "I can't sleep without you baby...I can't sleep." I offered him tea and chloroform. Light mail day, though I didn't get as much done as I'd hoped of other things. Put alternatively, I had more backlog than I'd thought. The birthday party was today, and as Amy was a celebrant, there was vegan cake and vegan ice cream. Except it was one of those days that the thought of putting food on my plate and eating it in front of everyone was mortifying, so I worked through it.

I was supposed to go to a sex party in the evening, and had previously told myself I'd go unless Hugo messaged me. He didn't, but I suddenly didn't feel like going, either. Hit the store instead. I left my grocery bag at work, but managed to find one in my trunk. As an added bonus, it had Spot It, which had been lost for over 6 months. They were out of "meatballs" but I still picked up tea and sent a photo to Hugo.

Tim asked to come by, and since I had no other plans beyond fucking random guys, I let him. He asked if I'd thought any more about his various proposals to have me take out loans with/instead of him, I said no, and he let it drop. He's a good person, he's just also desperate. He has a couple other people who're trying to help him get financing, which is great. We talked about Hugo - the Swiss are apparently notoriously stoic/non-communicative, and one of us needs to put on our Big Boy Pants and talk about how we're negotiating the last of our last time together. Probably not going to happen. Tim has largely stopped seeing the Oral Only guy that he was possibly dating for a while, and hasn't had nearly as much sex as me. He left relatively early, so I had plenty of time to...just go to bed, apparently. I was on the verge of being down again.