Functional Fell

Julian had messaged me late last night that he knew I wasn't talking to my mom. What? I figured he was probably mixing memories and largely ignored it. I wasn't really sure what to do with the day, but didn't put too much pressure on myself. I took a full Jazz warm-up in the living room, and it actually helped with my previous half-baked decision to hire choreographers. Now, of course, I'm fully baked any chance I get. Better than the alternative.

I finally checked and I was indeed in FB Jail just for acknowledging someone's trash status. I filed an appeal with their Decision Board or whatever it is. FB's Guidelines are as focused as they are lengthy about the various protected classes (sex, religion, national origin, etc), but nowhere is "impolite" banned. Julian messaged me about his appeal, and it was quite enlightening. He said they didn't fire him for tardiness, but that's the reason written on the discharge, and Arkansas has a special code section saying you're not eligible for UI if you're dismissed within the probationary period for attendance. He was fired on the last possible day. There's a little wiggle room still - his signature isn't on the time cards, and they're supposedly required to be on the phone before they clock in, which would be illegal in itself. And the day he no-showed there was a flood or something. I'll try to find something to support that. I'll figure out how to give him the best fighting chance he can get.

I'm sure any defense trial lawyer would get a good laugh at my shock that people lie, not just when the truth would do, but even when the truth would be more useful. I suppose I sort of see that in the client letters we get, too, proclaiming innocence even when there's DNA. And witnesses. And video. Posted to social media. He mentioned that on his trip, he wants to go to Coronado, get a mug for his mom. Fine by me. I care so much more about not having to decide than whatever we actually do. I'm aggressively accommodating. I'm also going to look up potential ideas.

I drank, of course, and at least had the presence to write down any ideas that scampered across my brain. Kelly covering the WWRY version of "A Kind of Magic," a recovery-themed re-write of Cher's "Believe," and even a work-friendly version of my frequent statements of assistance: "Badgers are helpful creatures." Would have been a lot more timely when the prevailing belief was in honey badger's indifference.

I remembered to look for a breathalyzer though most of them were battery operated. USB is just so much more convenient. I didn't decide on one, but it's not pressing. I heard a new track by Fleet Foxes, "The Shrine / An Argument," and for some reason, it reignited my fascination with suicide. That's obviously somewhat risky research to delve into, so I made sure I'd taken my meds and made a rule that if I started sinking, if I started ideation, I'd retreat. I saw A Broken Wing on the list of tracks about suicide, but the Wiki agreed with my assessment, that it's left, likely intentionally, open to interpretation. Black Hole Sun and Chandelier were also on there, so I read up. Chandelier is about addiction, depression, and The Quest. From Wiki: "Lyrically, the song has a melancholic theme, detailing the demoralisation and rationalisation of alcoholism through the thought process of a "party girl". More broadly, the song speaks to the fleeting feelings of release and abandon that come with intoxication, as well as the pain, guilt and emptiness that accompany addiction, alcoholism and hedonistic excess." It was a little odd to be drinking while reading that, so I called it a night.