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Bottled Hots
Apr. 13th, 2021 07:33 pmJumped into work, then remembered nearly two hours later that it was Tuesday, which is my day to enter NOAs. I fought down the urge to panic, reminded myself that most people don't even start their day until much later, but got them all done. Then moved on to trying to get completely back on top of my work. Because I entered and received so many of them, I didn't get to start on tomorrow's mail. I had an odd headache and nausea in the afternoon, and it worked out timing-wise because Lady Miss Friday also got sick and wanted to lay under the covers with me. On me. Only slightly queer because I was also hit with a tsunami of randy. Not that I probably couldn't have still managed to make it happen, it's just a little more awkward with a cat sitting on your shoulder.
Julian called me after work, wanted to know how I felt. I barely remembered talking to him last night, much less anything I said. I poured a drink and he told me I said the same things I've been saying, or at least thinking. I'm happy to do anything at all he wants, but he has to decide and tell me in advance. I'd asked him what day he wants to have a Happy Hour for work, but given that I didn't remember asking, I obviously also didn't remember his answer. He suggested the 7th, and I wrote it down so I wouldn't forget it again. I pushed him again to have a goal, have a plan, and I said it all very, very quickly, jumping from topic to topic like that Always Sunny meme. I'd told him again about that strong aversion to phone calls, and he decided it must be yet more trauma, asked about any life-shattering news I got via phone call. Fascinating. I got my HIV status over the phone, and while it's no big deal now, it was pretty shattering at the time. We laughed because The Academy would surely be considering revoking his award for Outcrazying me, since I'm even less well balanced than I used to be. Or rather, I can identify all these different issues now. Kind of like that Black Knight analogy from before. At some point he told me I smacked my head against the dresser twice during my convulsions, but since I was drinking again, I didn't quite catch it.
Julian called me after work, wanted to know how I felt. I barely remembered talking to him last night, much less anything I said. I poured a drink and he told me I said the same things I've been saying, or at least thinking. I'm happy to do anything at all he wants, but he has to decide and tell me in advance. I'd asked him what day he wants to have a Happy Hour for work, but given that I didn't remember asking, I obviously also didn't remember his answer. He suggested the 7th, and I wrote it down so I wouldn't forget it again. I pushed him again to have a goal, have a plan, and I said it all very, very quickly, jumping from topic to topic like that Always Sunny meme. I'd told him again about that strong aversion to phone calls, and he decided it must be yet more trauma, asked about any life-shattering news I got via phone call. Fascinating. I got my HIV status over the phone, and while it's no big deal now, it was pretty shattering at the time. We laughed because The Academy would surely be considering revoking his award for Outcrazying me, since I'm even less well balanced than I used to be. Or rather, I can identify all these different issues now. Kind of like that Black Knight analogy from before. At some point he told me I smacked my head against the dresser twice during my convulsions, but since I was drinking again, I didn't quite catch it.
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