DIY Afterschool Special

I thought I got enough sleep, but I still had that tired in my eyes. And I had a brief moment of disappointment when I realized it was Saturday, so no work. Gotta get those other projects underway. I was going to maybe chug coffee or something, but hoped I could nap before anyone got here. I still took care of all the morning chores so Julian's sleeping in wouldn't fuck him over. There was a little leftover canned food that I was going to try to give to Lady Miss Friday, then had the idea to add the calming treats to everyone's breakfast. Lady Miss Friday wouldn't let me at the computer, so I laid with her but still couldn't get back to sleep. Probably value in laying there, but I made a fool of myself before I managed to pry myself away from my phone. When Julian came home for his lunch break we mostly talked about how he handled a difficult customer, but also clarified that he could have booze in the house, no problem. And I remembered fooling myself during my addiction. I gave up trying to sleep shortly after he left, did the dishes, mopped and tried to vacuum. My vacuum died, though. Wah wah. I moved on to scrubbing the walls and stove and such. Gotta take advantage of a cleaning streak when it cums. I also tried to get my journal updated after and managed to get up to today, but not today's before he returned from work. I gave him Richard's phone again, he texted them about getting the place next door and paying rent in advance to secure it.

Tim was the first guest to arrive even though he didn't get there until almost 7. He put out cherries and peanut filled pretzels, and Rob was the only other guest to show. It was fun, we took Pupple for a walk, Julian had let his kids out so we brought him back. That and Pupple whining. Rob kept Shazaming tracks, and not only was that massively flattering, it completely decimated my anxiety about hosting. We played most of Castle Panic before Rob had to leave to meet a friend at flicks. I stayed up smoking pot and huffing poppers. Julian was kind of a dick, though. There were a couple times his temper bubbled up but he seemed to catch himself, and others where he didn't. He drank too much and got very upset with my cross fading poppers with weed but couldn't point to anything about it that was worrisome or bothersome. He pulled out his phone so he could video tape me and show me later but I had no problems with that. It would just have been me with stoner squint *REALLY* into the music. That was the part that upset me. I felt supernovas igniting all night but Julian kept walking in frowning, grumping all over the realm. The night could've been phenomenal if he'd joined in euphoria or at least gotten the Hell out of the way of the volcano. It was still a good night, we stayed up until 2-4 am just playing through music and imbibing. Importantly, a great night without sex. We talked some about the night we had, I mentioned the impetus for the night and we discussed the concept of honesty a little further in depth.