All I Can Do

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I slept horribly, woke up in dried sweat, pretty much felt like I was getting sick again. This respiratory thing seems to come in waves. I did work out in my office in the morning, so there's that. I also deposited money on my lunch break, both into SWoRN's account, and my own. I'm not sure if the teller was just trying to make conversation or what, but she said they'd talked about SWoRN there. Fortunately, work itself was kind of slow.

Got a text from a client I apparently had to cancel on 8 months ago. I'm a little amazed, but entirely delighted that people are still giving me a holler. We're gonna meet up at his place tomorrow evening.

Mousey has been chewing on his cage again. I keep the place extra clean, try to give him a variety of chewies, let him run around the table. I have no idea.

I went to bed before I got too tired to jerk off, finally got back into my toy chest. Happened to notice a message from Glen Harber. My friend Mark was apparently posting a lot of suicidally stuff, in the sense that he said he'd already taken a bunch of pills. I messaged him as well, both via text and FB, and stayed up longer than I should have waiting for a response, but eventually went to sleep.