Sorry, Justin

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My calendar reminded me I had my psychiatrist appointment via video. Same old, same old. $30 for us to decide nothing changes. I got pretty stoned, managed to fall asleep for a bit, and continued getting fucked up on waking. I spent * a lot* of time just staring at a contented Lady Miss Friday and my safe, happy, mice. Call it a safe addiction, call it pre-emptive emotional care...I dunno.


I saw Justin online in the evening and...as much as I'm trying to amputate all emotion from me, I checked in on him. He hadn't posted in weeks and...Fuck it, I miss him. He sent a pic of his new shirt, and when I apologized for being a mess, expressed genuine confusion. I'm a lawyer for a reason, and my impeccable tracking of Wrong Files started with my own. It was not happy to relive the incendiary OD's I had with him, but he responded with tremendous understanding and even gratitude. He mentioned he wasn't sure about his survivability rates if I hadn't been there.

I messaged Julian, Dave, Patrick, etc. as well. Just the Harmony Bear part of me taking over..and of all my Aspects, that's the gentlest one.