Vanishing

Hungover, of course, so I popped a sleeping ibuprofen after I took care of the kids. Slept for a couple more hours, then cleaned. The activity alone is good for me, and filth has weight. Leeper invited me to happy hour at the Loft at 4:30, and I had about an extra hour before I had to leave. I chilled on the couch next to the boys and watched more of "Trese." I have to mute some parts of it - it's categorized as horror - but the mythology is fascinating.

I found princess parking, chatted with Jesse, Rob, Justin, their friend Billy, and Leeper. It was great, if hectic and brief. Multiple conversations went on simultaneously, and they had dinner plans at 5:30. Julian texted in the middle; I guess he tried to call but it went straight to voicemail. I called him back and told him about last night. I get that it's heavy and complicated, but his only comment was jealousy that Lady Miss Friday keeps me alive, not him. Leeper et al invited me to dinner with them, but I didn't want to spend money and really needed to get back to the kids.

Julian called back when I got home but it swiftly developed into a fight about accountability. If he says he's going to do something and then doesn't, I usually say something. He doesn't want me to do it publicly and I just won't say anything in the future. I'm disappointed he's gone back to full omni and really don't understand *how* people do that, but now that I know, I can handle it. None of my partners have been veg. We calmed down, but then he got mad at me again for getting suicidal last night. Back to our corners, then calmed down again.