Chthon Hand Luke

For having gone to bed so late, I had none of the iron-exhaustion from last night. Ashley texted me - apparently somehow the shirt I ordered for her a week after the main order got there first, but her shirt also started losing its image. I gave her TeeFury's email, but let her know I'd just buy her another one if they won't replace it. The Appointment signal from Outlook reminded me to put on a shirt in time for the weekly meeting, and it was lovely, in spite of Lady Miss Friday's absence. Kathy commented about how we'll be splitting up Lindsay's work after she leaves, and complimented me in the process. Someone brought up the Anti-maskers, their aversion to facts, and the exhaustion that comes from trying to explain very simple things to them. Always the giver, I requested they tap me in if they get tired. Apparently Lynelle can be just as condescending as me, which I might even believe. She's an impressive woman. Funnily enough, I kept minimizing the Meeting window to educate some poor fool online, posting a fucking Youtube video as "proof" that Dr. Fauci lied. I explained what Dr. Fauci had *actually* said, and he ran away.

The eservice was late enough that we had to split up Lindsay's work, and I was very happy I've been so caught up on my claims. Another friend got into a tiff with his dad, in response to his dad's making some tangential comment about the "fascist left-wing." I very politely chewed him up and spit him out, and my investigation re: riots and political violence came in very handy. Or at least, it would have if his response hadn't been "nu-unh." I guess that's the logical conclusion of the combination hyperpartisanship and anti-intellectualism. Perhaps in support of this, he had several people jump in....but just to shout "Merica, Fuck yeah!", not to provide any sources or citations. My mom keeps posting Right Wing nonsense, but a) it's rapid fire. I wouldn't have the time to address all of them. And b) even with my fangs put away, it would feel...hostile.

It turns out Megan is also a fan of that TikTok video with people using catphones to lip sync to Sandra Oh from Princess Diaries, and in the discussion, she coined the phrase "Lazy Miss Friday," and Tim mentioned he'd seen foie gras eat less. Hilarious, but...heavy. I watched some Community and drank in the evening, but I kept thinking about music, so I eventually paused it and went to listen in my room. Lady Miss Friday was initially upset with me being on the computer, but calmed down once I put a shirt I put out for her. It's....still an uncomfortable idea that anyone could like me without me giving something to them. I sent Richard a message, thanking him more directly for telling me she likes sleeping on my shirts. It was a little weird at first, because he didn't remember doing that, which says something about relative gravity...that TV has already said for many years. But he also asked if I'd done more porn, and it led to me admitting my sex was largely compulsive, dissociative, and most of my validation.