Piss on Fire

Rolling down the road. I watched Lucifer in the morning, and was surprised when my door opened and I was greeted, not by Ms. Terry-Rose at the door, but our friend, Timothy 5-0. He'd texted me to ask if he and Pupple could come over, but I'd left my phone charging in the other room. He asked how my session with Candace went, and continued on about forgiving, reconciling, etc. with my brother. That's non-negotiable. I get that he was a also a victim, but again, just because someone is mistreated doesn't excuse them mistreating others. And Jared tried to destroy me for many, many years. Tim also talked more about his discomfort with my friendship with Terry, since we've been drinking so much. Terry actually stopped by, then sent a text about how awkward it was. I guess Tim gave him a distrustful look or something. Tim did mention that he could actually see the effect of my antidepressants working, and noticed a significant difference between when he arrived and when he left.

I went over to Terry's after, had a couple drinks, but of course they hit me very hard since I didn't eat. We went costume shopping, but I couldn't find anything I wanted (I think I want to be Kitana, but can't find anything I could pull off.) We were going to hang out more, but I guess squeaked Squeak decided he needed to be next to Lady Miss Friday.