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Still not getting ahead of things at work, still haven't done Ashley's paperwork. Jeff, a long time friend of mine, who has not always been a very good friend to me, also messaged me on FB. He's been sober two years now, still fighting his own sabotage.

Someone who is either Schmerber or an unreasonable facsimile woofed at me on Scruff. He's a biomed postdoc, has a partner in Chicago. We'll call him Yogurt right now. I messaged him back, but he was offline all day. ARRRRRGH. Also, a guy I've been chatting with for a few years hit me up in the early afternoon, so I rushed home instead of to the gym. He wavered at 5 (the time he was initially supposed to be there), but finally did show up. He was a terrible lay, I had a hard time staying hard (but I did), and he was dirty. And he stayed after talking like a homeless meth addict.

Beth was going to come over for dinner, because I basically get to see her once a year when I'm already squeaked at the B&W Ball. I'd actually dreamed over the weekend that I forgot what day it was and she showed up when I was squeaked *again.* Turns out she'd forgotten, and was having severe health issues, so we're gonna try again next Thursday.

Lady Miss Friday was unusually affectionate, crawling under the covers with me on the couch. She eventually got up, so I went to the store and successfully got food and quarters. High functioning, that's me. I'd just settled down to unlock a few more endings in Chrono Trigger when Tim messaged me from Little Italy, wanting to come over.

Pupple was in a strange mood. He swam around the floor for a good 15 min, had *tons* of energy even though Tim had just taken him out. I dunno. Tim tried to tease me about how much time I'm spending with Matt, didn't care for me teasing him about Yogurt. Pupple was starting to act up, so Tim took him home, I went to bed. Still no word from Yogurt.