Industriously Lazy

It was my day for NOAs and I'm so slow at them. I figured out a way to make my screen pseudo-twin to work just a little faster. As expected, we were absolutely slammed by everything, and while I loved my 4 day weekend, I'd have done just as well with a 3-day and a less insane scramble to catch up. Ben texted both me and Tim about their 3" snow and phallic jokes ensued. I kept my fangs sheathed, but my vision tinged red over Will. My lawyer friend Sean, who once broke my bed, and who helped me inspire Pupple to fuck his doll once, messaged me in the morning. He's been traveling the world for the past few years and seems to have had an existential crisis or two of his own. I told him everything that's been going on with me since he last saw me. I have no secrets.

I drank again in the evening, and I talked to both Freddy and Tim, though I don't remember either of them. I've had worse nights from substances