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My keys were on the table when I woke up, but no sign that Kellyn had slept there and my car was parked in the middle of my space and the apt manager's, and it *reeked* of cigarettes. I apologized to Billy for the night before - he'd suggested we go to the Disney trivia night, but 1) I was waiting for Kellyn, 2) I never heard back from him, and 3) I couldn't even find the time it was supposed to start. SD bars need to up their social media game.

Scott messaged me in the afternoon, presumably high as fuck, because he asked how PS Pride was, and when I explained that it was the upcoming weekends, he still thought it was last weekend. I stopped by 4 different stores on my way back, trying desperately to find a pair of suspenders and propeller hats. Nada.

Kellyn asked about me finding a place for Dex, his dog, and a friend of his. Dex has still been in his car, even though I said he could bring him in. She's going to SF, but needs a place to crash for the night. I guess that's fine. She was a very quiet blonde girl. I don't think she spoke two words while she was there. I hid in my room instead of socializing, which felt weird, and asked Paul about maybe fostering the dog. He had a ton of questions, most I didn't know the answer to. Since Paul and Grant like twinks, they have a history of being used by junkies. And in spite of my insecurity about no longer being needed in this situation, it turns out Grant has already chatted with the kid and presumably decided he's a mess.

My Inkbox tattoos arrived, so I asked FHA if he would give me a "Community Access" trampstamp for (Leather) Palm Springs Pride.