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I woke up late and thought about trying to work from home, but I didn't have it set up yet. Took advantage of the temporary hiatus on parking restrictions and parked right in front of work, then laid down in my office. Zalma was out sick again, so I took care of eservice. Beat off in the bathroom, which at least reduced the desire to use. A suspicious individual was looking into our windows in the afternoon. We're gonna end up like The Purge. Justin finally got back to me in the afternoon - he was packing, and planning to move tomorrow. This obviously fucked me up some. I'd hoped he would stay, I'd hoped to at least get fucked by him at least one more time, I'd hoped....

Tim came by in the evening. Didn't even ask, just told me he was showing up. He wants to liquidate my in investments, wants me to stock up on food, and was very very frustrated with my depression. Just because I constantly want to die doesn't mean I want everyone else to suffer, though. He made tofu, though neither of us ate it, and then started feeling weird. He was considering a trip to the ER, but I'd already taken my sleeping pill. I offered to get him a Lyft, but he declined. Okay.