Sundays Are For Sleep

Woke up with Julian's alarm, followed closely by his grumbling. He forgot about the missing car. I texted the Happy Birthday image I meant to send at midnight to FHA - better late than never. Leeper messaged me back from last night but was too tired himself to play chauffeur this early. Tim was still sleeping, so Julian called in late and I called an Uber, because fuck Lyft. Not even sure if Lyft has the option to get picked up and decide where later, but Uber does, so that's what we did. Bonus, the Uber driver is the one who saw the car and Julian confirmed. Frustratingly, it was at a corner I limped past at least 5 times last night. This is what happens when you search for an unfamiliar car in the dark. Gave him $10, Julian went to work, Tim still came over with Pupple. Pupple whimpered when he saw me so I held him for about 20 minutes. Even while I went to piss, and then I gave him his cheese while holding him. Tim was concerned over Julian's beer rate - I'm not sure how long it had been since we started keeping the beer boxes to build a fort, but less than a week so far and we had at least a decent front wall. I've tried to point out that the money he spends on cigarettes and chocolate milk beer would be better spent elsewhere, but no use. We sat outside, talked some about the show. We were supposed to interview each other today but I was exhausted and in no shape for it. We're also not sure how we're going to do this - I guess just interview each other, though I feel like I need to train much more to interview people. I laid down after he left, though I couldn't sleep. Should have planned better and not had coffee and caffeine pills in the morning. Failing sleep, I did some housework, hoping to get energy that way, but just found myself even more tired. Had to cancel D&D, then convinced Julian to go out on his own when he got back. I'm not sure what he's worried about, exactly. Worried he won't have fun, won't know anyone.... Somewhere, he's worried I'll go on a fucking rampage if I'm left alone, and worried I'll leave him. I wonder if he's worried he'll find someone else. No clue, but I took a Seroquel and crashed all evening. Woke up around 1 to find Julian passed out on the couch doing an Al Bundy impression. I put away his snacks, put his bed out, and sat rubbing his chest for a bit. When I eventually figured out he was out for the night I put a blanket over him and went back to Lady Miss Friday.