Rageberg

Up around 4 so I spent time with Lady Miss Friday until the sun came up. I paid the rent and started picking up little things, but of course that snowballed into my sitcomically fumbling to take out the boxes from Chewy with beer cans in them. Reminded myself several times that it was Tuesday and my day to enter NOAs. Then immediately forgot. I still got them done by 10:30, so not really a big deal. There was also a fuckton of eservice, and even with the headstart I was able to give myself last week, it was very, very busy. I still hadn't heard anything from the staff attorney in the matching error so I sent them an email. Given that I very messily G'd out in front of her in 2019, I needed to be very diplomatic. I also got an email from Lynelle asking for a meeting regarding the upcoming return to the office. I'm flexible, so we set it up right away. She was concerned over the force of my hate for returning to the office. I wish I'd been prepared. I'm not even sure I could've successfully made the case for us staying home. We're all light years faster than we used to be. I don't even remember the last time a claim took longer than 7 days to be processed, and it's not unusual at all for claims and cases to be received, processed, and filed the same day. That all being said, this meeting was one of many reasons I love working at ADI. Rather than just laugh it off or ignore it, Lynelle was concerned that the amount shown hid deeper rage, and wanted to talk through the reasons. Some of them seemed kind of a reach, but she's stuck between a rock and a hard place. Elaine is requiring we come back. No one wants to.

I got a notice from Mode that they disabled my account due to fraud. Naturally, clicking on the "contact support" link just copied my user id and the message to my clipboard. And the email for support was actually a marketing email. I finally sent it to the right place, and even edited to reduce my fangs. I also called the neurologist's NP, Monsita, to reschedule the appointment. Apparently their whole system was down for the last month. Good timing! I updated my journal and found again that I had a pretty decent time remembering. Julian and I drank and chatted on the couch, and then my mom called. Like everyone else, she's re-meeting Julian now that he's working on knowing and liking himself. She asked him some very direct questions, though I couldn't hear them. I think it was healthy. Unfortunately, after I got off the phone with her after, Julian lost the remote. They're just things. They can be replaced. We talked more about Saturday, as well, and I gave him my Scribd password so he can read The Ethical Slut.

We talked some about our relationship and ended up fucking on the couch and in the kitchen. Them back to the couch, and her rode my face. He couldn't cum and I didn't need to, so it was enough to just play. I heated up some "chicken" nuggets, Julian left to take care of his cats, but I fell asleep before he returned.