One of the Good Ones

Woke up a little after 3, but didn't trust even another half pill to wake up in time. That's what I get for only taking one last night, but since it was late when I took them....not that my G usage was good by any standard, but t least I could reliably count on sleep from it. I beat off, hoping to get back to sleep, but nothing doing. At least I got to spend time with Lady Miss Friday. Laying there in the dark, I actually got excited that it was Wednesday, my day to focus on claims....until I remembered the schedule swap, so now I have eservice on Wednesdays. I took care of it very, very fast, but I had the lion's share of it, and then we had our weekly meeting. Even though Xochi was out sick, I snagged my menorah to show off, but it never came up. Kathy had no announcements, so we played the Zoom game "Lie Swatter" instead. Just before the end of the meeting, I let folks know Mr. Spolin had been added to the Retained Watch List, and that sparked a very long conversation.

In the afternoon, I happened to see a No On 22 post, and Nicholas had posted "I already voted yes, so suck it!" I asked him why, and he just repeated he had voted yes. He didn't really understand the bill, and I was not very nice about it. He asked if we could still fuck, so I put my fangs away, explained that I had run out of antidepressants, but I'd let him know when I could. He wanted me over today. Lorde. I managed to call my therapist, made the front desk workers laugh and laugh, and even though he wanted to put me on 10 mg/day....no. Sure, I have good days and bad, but overall, I'm still barely staying above water.

I wasn't sure what time Jason was going to be here, so I ran around like a madman trying to clean up the place (and myself). I debated going to Ralph's or not, since I was almost out of vodka and creamer, and ultimately decided on it since I also offered to let Jason use my parking space. Picked up some whiskey for him, too, since I vaguely remembered that being his drink of choice. Bear in mind, most of our friendship was pre-drinking. I also stopped at the vape shop and bought a refillable cart, figuring that even if I couldn't get the Irvine Northern Lights soon, I could at least put my broken carts in there. It was only after I got home that I read back through our conversation from last night and saw he was going to message me when he was on his way. Lady Miss Friday was laying on the bed when I got back, and I decided to give her some space. My mistake, as she came out and meowed at me on the couch until I went and laid down with her. We got a few minutes together before Jason arrived.

Jason has a much better memory than I do (I mean, goldfish have a better memory than I do, but still), and we haven't seen each other except very briefly in 2015, and once or twice in the years before that. This was pre-feeder mice, pre-Pupple, pre-Lady Miss Friday. The night was mostly getting his story, though I did share getting LMF and my addiction, and even my lineage news, though he already knew that. He had some fairly traumatic things happen to him, and people with Connections had been targeting him. Not that he hadn't made his own mistakes in there, been brash and such, but....I recommended he look for work in the nonprofit sector, since they've been so patient, kind, accepting, and forgiving with me. He rents a room in Tierrasanta, and frequents JR's Pub. Apparently my brother does, as well, and the few interactions they've had have been friendly, but Jared now affects a British accent. Uhm...accents are my thing. Why are you so obsessed with me? I took my meds at 8:30, which is just a little late, and they started kicking in while he was still here. 3am wake up + Seroquel + booze = Spacey AF. We called it a night, but I made sure to tell him he's welcome any time, and I'm so happy we got to reconnect.