3 Days

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Work not letting up, and in spite of my getting to bed at a reasonable time, I had weird dreams all night. Like, even for Atripla weird. Didn't manage to work out in my office during the day, swore I would have gone to the gym directly after work, but I ended up crashing on the couch playing Chrono Trigger instead.

Chatting online, I saw Parker Kane a little ways away, and he called me immediately after I messaged him. He was just walking around waiting for his meeting to start, still living at Veteran's Village, I think. He was gonna come by and catch up, so I ran around trying to make the place less methy - did dishes, cleaned the bathroom, picked up the living room and made the spare bed in the corner (just *having* a bed in the living room is kinda methy, but whatever)....and then saw a text from him that something came up and he wasn't going to come by.

I should really be taking it easy on fucking, but "this isn't healthy for me" has literally never stopped me from doing anything, so I suppose it's nice that there was no opportunity, and it's nice that I was motivated to clean up the place more. I laid down for a minute, intending to rest up and hit the gym, but just the thought of picking up even a small weight sounded like torture. Wine it is.