Baby Steps

I woke up early, which is standard, and almost always happens when I drink. Julian had texted me Realiti, with the note that it was the first song that got him to love me more. My mum had called me several times last night, even after midnight, because we got disconnected. I...vaguely remember talking to her, thank Gawd before I really got into the bottle. David had made a terrible, rambling, methy response to my post about Trump killing tons of people, and I ripped into the whatever logic was there. It's such a strange place to be. I've said it before, but there's a balancing act between taking this ish down when I see it and "punishing them" by deleting them. On the plus side, I managed to drag myself over to the store shortly after 9, and the line to TJ's wasn't bad at all. I've been out of my protein powder for a while, they obviously have the best price on vodka, and I was running out of "meatballs." While in line, I asked Tim if he needed anything, and what I should get for dinner tomorrow. Between the actual food and over $40 of booze, it was over $100, and they didn't even have everything on the list. I reminded myself that I'm doing fine, financially, and even rebuilding my savings.

I finally got around to cleaning when I got home. Mouse Kingdom, dishes, vacuuming, sweeping, etc, but didn't quite get around to laundry. I also managed to call my mom back. She was worried about Jared looking up my address and coming after me. We have a surprising number of mutuals, including Adam Brust, which is very surprising. She also asked about giving my TMNT figures to "my nephew." I'm not big on family, so the thought that I'm a guncle now is....weird. She can do whatever she wants with the toys, but I also pointed out she could sell them for quite a bit of money.

I texted Sean after, both to check on him and because he'd wanted to see me. He's doing better, maybe, and I reinforced that baby steps is what counts. He's carless right now, and I to give him rides or just let him borrow my car if he needs. Lady Miss Friday was being fussy by then, but I remembered Richard saying she loves sleeping on my clothes, so I put one out for her. Worked like a charm! I'm gonna name my next girls Annie, Shirley, and Britta.