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I was fucking anemia-level exhausted all day again, drank a metric fuckton of coffee, and really, strongly hoped this is not a side effect of the Bombay Fire edibles. Scottie had messaged me in the middle of the night. The leasing office discovered they were crashing with his MIL and gave them 7 days to Exit Stage Left. This is the part where I started screaming, because surely if I'd just been a better law student, I'd have all the answers. I'd be familiar with Florida's social nets, know expertly how to navigate them, even be able to file Magic Answer Form N500 in a state I'm not even licensed in. Sure, Jan. I put it out to FB, and it looks like FL is predictably hardcore against anyone actually getting help. And they require TB Test Results, State IDs, etc etc. Because homeless people totes keep those on hand.

On my post where I'd wandered towards the Necrophim, Cindi gushed over the Nightbane world, and talked about converting it to D20. The Nightbane universe is some better RPG writing, tbh, so I messaged my mom about getting my books again. Not that I couldn't just buy them again, but 1) it's very important right now to have peaceful, or at least neutral interactions with my mom, and 2) why spend that money if I don't need to? Plus memories and all that.

I thought about diving back into Psych after work, but instead had a cocktail and watched Community with Lady Miss Friday. I'm not sure where this fits into my "recovery," such as it is, but now that I have an alternative to booze, it's shifted how I even think about drinking. Reduced the anxiety surrounding it, and the desperation.