Worlds Fall Down

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I've had a hard time getting up every day this week. But I think I've been needing it, because I'm having REM sleep (dreams) in between Snooze buttons. I just don't know what I'm doing wrong, because I'm going to bed on time, sleeping through the night, etc. Today was no different, and I was unmotivated at work again, but I did get the stack of claims tagged and all my mail done.

FB was fucking up for me all day, too. Jeremy is a former porn star, though he's still active in the industry. I happened to see him towards the end of his stardom at a pool party, where he talked openly (if drunkenly) to me about doing steroids to maintain the physique he needs. Since then, he's apparently started doing meth, to the point where his husband divorced him. I've reached out to him before, to no avail, but he said hi at the party on Saturday, so I tried again today. FB didn't show my message being sent at all, until about 10 min later when it sent it 5 times, making me look like a crazy person. A couple other threads wouldn't let me comment at all, though I wisely just came back to them.

Everything was pissing me off so I used that to fuel my workout. RAWR. Dave messaged me, asking for an hour or two of my time, because he's frustrated with everything. I feel him, and I recognize things are nowhere near as bad for me. I'm lost on the nonprofit, disappointed in the porn company. He's disappointed in the porn company, has an incurable, barely treatable, degenerative disease, and insane roommates. I'm going to take him to the dog park on Saturday.

Tim's car was there when I got home, so I tucked my fangs in and steeled myself to greet his dad. No Dad, just Pupple, and Tim had vacuumed and was cleaning the counters. Amazing. We're hosting another orphan TG this year. He'd gotten his dad to my place, and his dad had immediately taken off for OC. He's going to message Tim before he comes back, because Tim doesn't want his dad walking in as I'm finishing my client. Tim had left for a trick in middle of the day, which is great. Handsome muscled Latin boy that I'm not attracted to, so even better.

FHA came by to drop off the ticket for the Encore show, wearing a gorgeous newsie cap, but I wasn't very good company. I was passing out on the bed with Pupple between my legs and Lady Miss Friday next to my head, so I kicked Tim out around 8:45. Managed to stumble back to bed, and dreamed about getting up to check the door was locked since I was apparently too tired to actually do it.