Office "gym"

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I went to bed a little after midnight, tossed and turned in pain all night. I wasn't aware of having actually slept at all when I finally looked at my phone at 4:30. I petted Lady Miss Friday some, then went into work super early and worked out. A LOT. I was kind of flying all day, actually, which was weird, but I'll take it. The new workout room is bassically perfect for me, and if I hadn't been going to refund my 24 memberships before, this sealed it. I got all my claims done, all my mail done, and looked up what's going on in my mouth. Apparently they're mouth ulcers, and while they sound horrible, there's just not much to be done about them. They go away in like..a week. In desperation to make the pain stop, I wadded up a towel and put it over my razor sharp molar, and....it worked. Not permanently, and it eventually triggered my gag reflex, but I just took it out for a bit, replaced it when it started hurting. I think I can get through this.

The nice man from merchant services called me - he hadn't actually looked at my site when he quoted me the rate he did. Having adult content on your site - even if it's free - triggers the 1k/year and double rate. Since I'd been considering putting the full scenes on the various hub sites anyway, this isn't as bad as I'd thought. He sent me over the docusign to fill out once I clean up the site. The site is still terrible, but I did finally clean it up. I'd still like someone else to go over it and make it pretty, but I'm grateful for Alex's instruction so that I can make minor edits like this by myself. I went in to sign the doc but...it asked a bunch of personal questions. Not like, who I've got a crush on, but my dad's age and Colleen's property holdings. I thought we as a society agreed that people stopped aging when they died, but his being a Rat no longer makes sense in my head. I didn't think my dad would've been 70 even though....that makes sense now. Damn. More upsetting was the question about Colleen's property holdings. I don't know what kind of ridiculous Norman Rockwell fantasy the drafter's are living in, but it's completely unreasonable to *expect* that children will know these kinds of details about their extended families.

I tried to nap before game, tried jerking off to help that happen, but nothing doing. It was a little strange and even relieving to just beat off really quickly, though, given the marathon's I'd been engaging in. I think I did just start to doze off when Tim called. I couldn't really talk through the cotton swab in my mouth, and he wouldn't specify what he wants from me, so it's probably money. I'm mostly just terrified that he's going to hit me up for the entire 5k of the tax bill.

It suddenly occurred to me, though, that I've been very willing to fund other people's dreams, to the tune of about 60k throughout my life. But when it comes to my dreams, my projects, I'm pretty stingy. I'd love to make that a self esteem issue, where I just need to believe in myself, but I'm pretty sure it's my dad's voice berating me later for investing so much in something that was doomed from the start.

Time stretched waaaaaaaaaaay out as I waited for an appropriate time to head to game, then at 7:30, my doorbell rang. I started to get up, then remembered, as always, that I don't answer unannounced guests anymore. I heard Tim walk in with Pupple, we caught up a bit. He's worried about the boat, I'm worried about the nonprofit.

I got to game a little early, so I chatted with Daniel before hand. He's very slowly getting into the game, and did a little self analysis to realize that everytime he talks about the game going on much longer than he'd anticipated, he's really just using that as a trump card. Anthony brought a friend to also watch, which means we're at two viewers and 6 players. Unfortunately, no one seemed to be on track at all. Leo is back to trying to make his character a monk and derail what anyone does except him. We finally made it through two non-combat sections and then called it a night.