Now Here You Go Again
Jun. 28th, 2016 05:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thepnutgallerySuper tempted to call in to work, but my monthly meeting with Lynelle was scheduled, and this would look like playing hooky. At 8am, Lynelle walked into my office and explained she didn't have time for our meeting and would reschedule. Oh. Oh. Oh. And by the way? That's fine, I'll just keep working. Coffee didn't seem to do anything for me, but I think I got everything in correctly. Finally got through to someone at the Dr, they got me an appointment with Schmerber at 5, but double booked with someone else. It was just treatment, so I might have just seen a nurse, but I'm not taking any risks, so I rushed home, buzzed my beard, hopped in the shower, and changed clothes. Unfortunately, I've now plucked a bald spot on the side of my head, so I should probably stop doing that.
I got there early, made the receptionist and the nurses laugh, and waited for the good Dr. He poked his head in the room to smile at me before giving me a hug. Visions. He was more social and jovial than when I saw him last week, asked if he'd seen me at the gym. Mission Valley 24, though, so it must've been another impossibly gorgeous otter he saw. His brother called him in the middle of things - he apparently has a lot of siblings. Julian had checked in at Mo's (with what money?), and for a half a second I thought about dropping by. But that wouldn't help this already slow division, so I went home instead.
Dave came over after, and we talked business, as well as getting somewhat caught up on other stuff. A couple of his jobs would require him to move back to the Bay area, which would complicate things for the business. He left, Julian and Tim texted me at roughly the same time, both asking to come over. I resisted both at first, but I'm a pushover, so I asked Tim to pick up Julian on the way. Of course Julian didn't want Tim to pick him up - he was drunk and Tim would probably tease him about it. This is pretext, but it's also true. I picked him up, even though I had to loop around 3 times because there was no parking and he wasn't outside.
Back at home, drunk Julian kept needling Tim, then they got into an argument about Brexit, with drunk Julian blaming the immigrants/refugees. Tim is very smart, and very knowledgeable. Drunk Julian is drunk and loud, so no matter what facts he's presented with, he knocks over the pieces and struts around like he won. He also made angry comments about us whispering, even though we weren't. I'd have asked him to leave if it would have done any good.
I made dinner for everyone, drunk Julian almost changed his mind on eating anything - I'm guessing because I didn't plate his for him - but finally drunk hunger got the best of him. I had a lovely chat with Tim, and when our back and forth zingers started, drunk Julian actually, briefly lightened up. We're charming like that. Tim and Pupple left just shy of 10, I was going to go to bed, but Julian asked me to stay up just a little longer. Fine.
He talked about how we should get back together because I've done so much for him, and how he should really start doing things for me, too. This became him insisting we should have sex, trying his sloppy, drunk, insistent french kisses - I told him on Saturday I had gonorrhea, and repeated that now. He doesn't care, tried to compare it to HIV, straight up refused to acknowledge facts on that, either. No no no no no no and no. I finally did go to bed, with him still standing at my bed berating me for not being his boyfriend before finally going to smoke or lay down or whatever. He came in later, laid down and berated me more for not holding his hand. I finally fell asleep with him still grumbling and sobbing. Ugh.
I got there early, made the receptionist and the nurses laugh, and waited for the good Dr. He poked his head in the room to smile at me before giving me a hug. Visions. He was more social and jovial than when I saw him last week, asked if he'd seen me at the gym. Mission Valley 24, though, so it must've been another impossibly gorgeous otter he saw. His brother called him in the middle of things - he apparently has a lot of siblings. Julian had checked in at Mo's (with what money?), and for a half a second I thought about dropping by. But that wouldn't help this already slow division, so I went home instead.
Dave came over after, and we talked business, as well as getting somewhat caught up on other stuff. A couple of his jobs would require him to move back to the Bay area, which would complicate things for the business. He left, Julian and Tim texted me at roughly the same time, both asking to come over. I resisted both at first, but I'm a pushover, so I asked Tim to pick up Julian on the way. Of course Julian didn't want Tim to pick him up - he was drunk and Tim would probably tease him about it. This is pretext, but it's also true. I picked him up, even though I had to loop around 3 times because there was no parking and he wasn't outside.
Back at home, drunk Julian kept needling Tim, then they got into an argument about Brexit, with drunk Julian blaming the immigrants/refugees. Tim is very smart, and very knowledgeable. Drunk Julian is drunk and loud, so no matter what facts he's presented with, he knocks over the pieces and struts around like he won. He also made angry comments about us whispering, even though we weren't. I'd have asked him to leave if it would have done any good.
I made dinner for everyone, drunk Julian almost changed his mind on eating anything - I'm guessing because I didn't plate his for him - but finally drunk hunger got the best of him. I had a lovely chat with Tim, and when our back and forth zingers started, drunk Julian actually, briefly lightened up. We're charming like that. Tim and Pupple left just shy of 10, I was going to go to bed, but Julian asked me to stay up just a little longer. Fine.
He talked about how we should get back together because I've done so much for him, and how he should really start doing things for me, too. This became him insisting we should have sex, trying his sloppy, drunk, insistent french kisses - I told him on Saturday I had gonorrhea, and repeated that now. He doesn't care, tried to compare it to HIV, straight up refused to acknowledge facts on that, either. No no no no no no and no. I finally did go to bed, with him still standing at my bed berating me for not being his boyfriend before finally going to smoke or lay down or whatever. He came in later, laid down and berated me more for not holding his hand. I finally fell asleep with him still grumbling and sobbing. Ugh.
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