Not-So-Gracious Drawing Room

Tired in the morning, and I couldn't figure it out until I remembered I'd been up until around 3. Took care of my morning work, went back and forth on going to the store, but I figured Tim would be by in the evening, and I was completely out of protein. They had a hilarious "Trader Joe's Masquerade!" sign out front, encouraging folks to wear masks. It also encouraged folks to buy in bulk, so I did. Spent over $100. I bought some booze, too - both a box of red and a couple handles of Vodka of the Gods, but it was pretty much just a metric fuckton of fake meat. The cashier even joked about it. While I was in the store, I heard "Fresh Feeling" by The Eeels, and it feels appropriate that TJ's would play that.

I took Kratom at home, even mixed them, but nothing. Took some THC, too, which I'm also almost out of. Since Lady Miss Friday was on the bed instead of in the closet, I was able to get into my closet and snag the Spiderman costume. I figured my fan from across the sea would keep pressing for the shower video, and thought I'd make it for him. He did, but I never quite got around to making it. On the one hand, he's been so patient with this....on the other, it's free, personalized porn, and by "patient," what do I even mean?


I checked online, and apparently Justin's shirt was delivered on Saturday. I've not heard from him. It got me 500 Days of Summering over us. But then I thought better of that, somewhat. I do think he was into me to begin with. I was just too much of a mess. It's one thing to invite someone into your home. It's another to light the house on fire and invite them back.

I missed a call from a Private Number, which usually means Julian, but when I texted him he was dismissive.
I made a post both celebrating my Scribd membership and asking for help identifying that old, vaguely scifi fantasy series with chess piece powers.....and then the necromancer book.....and then the chthons....and then someone was harping on scifi, so I ended up looking up Catspaw. We managed to ID the chess one - the True Game Series, so I'll take that. The conversation took me back to that poem we read in Choreography for Dramatic Text about seeing men die in Mustard Gas. I started sinking down, and wanted to find videos of happy pinnipeds to push me back to safety. I remembered last time, though, and really did not want to face yet another suicidal bout. So I asked on Facebook and I was absolutely delighted by the responses. Even more than that, no one decided to be a dick and post something horrifying or sad. I don't know why I assumed they would.