How's Your Head

I woke up at 3:30, but didn't trust even a half pill, so I just laid with Lady Miss Friday instead. Just closed my eyes next to her until I had to check my phone, and then she moved to the foot of the bed. The Atheist group I belong to had a few hecklers, citing the Bible to say all atheists are and only do evil and justifying the Holocaust because "we all sin." Y'know, just ordinary sermons. I was frustrated that I wanted to be shredding them and couldn't find their comments when I looked, but later I saw they'd been banned for spamming and trolling. I felt that weird fog at work where I had trouble focusing on work, but finally gave myself the metaphorical splash of cold water and really tucked in. I got more caught up on claims and finished all of my mail and NOAs before lunch!

There were a couple claims we needed docs for, and I'd emailed the panel attorney several times to no avail. I finally got the bright idea to call her, and after some phone tag, managed to call her on my lunch. It's a good thing I was able to focus and get everything done in the morning, because my computer slowed waaaaaaaay down after lunch, and when I tried to fix it by resetting my connection, blocked me completely. Carl, in the office, even tried resetting my computer there, but then the computer really died. I even tried to just log in to CMS from my home browser, but couldn't figure out my password.

After work, I finally invited Tim to the Upma Zoom cooking on Feb 6. I thought about inviting Colleen, but that like.... Loyalty inquisition started hounding me. I feel like I have to keep my attention even with her and my mom. For that matter, it felt like it would be awkward to even introduce her at the Zoom cooking. I'll do something for her. My mom actually called, and I went ahead and answered, even though I'd started smoking. She asked the size of my head. She's still meaning to make my mouse hat, but didn't want to make it too tight or baggy. Maybe because I was stoned, but I started wondering if she wouldn't prefer not to make it after all, since I'm so hypercritical.... Better not to try than fail or something. I tried to think of a gracious way to get her out of it, but couldn't come up with one. I told her about starting D&D, and she reiterated that she's going to send me my RPG books. I didn't point out that I don't own any for either campaign we might play because it was immaterial. She also brought up my bat necklace, and said she was going to send it to me as soon as she finds it. I had my bat necklace at the same time I bought an indigo velour shirt and had Justine Frischmann hair. I think I was only 13, so I didn't even figure out I was gay until later, but I knew it upset my parents. It disappeared, and they said it broke. I've been checking Claire's every time I was in the mall for 26 years looking for a replacement. Also, I've been feeling guilty, since I'm so attached to Dad's watch, but have nothing equivalent for her. I don't even care what all happened. The result is my mom has a necklace I've been missing for over two decades, and that's enough to imprint.

I went back to watch a YouTube link Chance had posted, of a hamster escaping a maze, and I was stoned so I just let them continue on Auto-Play. It started on to some from The Dodo's channel, and they were wonderful. I got to a more bittersweet video about a dog who had very very badly broken legs, and all the care and therapy their owner showed to get them back on their feet. So to speak. Wonderful that people care and are giving, horrible that it's even needed.