![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thepnutgalleryWoke up hungry, since I had a single sammich yesterday, so ate the last bit of tofu I left in the pan last night. I make no apologies for the food standards of a hobo. I didn't really have any pressing needs or motivation, so I ended up online instead. I posted a few things in support of BLM and POC, but saw a few other posts in support of the status quo, because #notallwhitepeople. On the one hand, I'm obviously removed enough from the situation that I might be able to reach them through diplomacy? On the other, no one was listening, these ideas need to be taken the fuck down when they're expressed. And to borrow a quote, "no one condescends like Squeak." A certain Azalea Banks quote from 212 kept running through my mind, as well.
I got word from Jay when he was heading to town, and I messaged Leeper a few minutes after noon. We just said we'd get together "in the afternoon," but not what time. He wanted a nap (And then fire Ze Missiles!), and to meet up around 4. I guess.
I laid with Lady Miss Friday, and even when Leeper messaged me, had a hard time pulling away from my cave. I made it there, though, and it was wonderful to see him. His roommate is fairly butch, and had both refinished their table and was drilling some screws in. Maybe Tim can get her some work helping him out? IDK, but I realized I vainly love being the link for folks who need it. We talked about psych, and addictions, and music, and life... It was magic.
The tincture Bryan sent me had arrived, with a lovely card telling me to message him for directions. I messaged him, but given all the things happening, we never got beyond making sure each other was safe. I put some under my tongue, and maybe got a little fuzzy... I'll try again tomorrow.
Lady Miss Friday laid next to me on the bed - on my side of the bed, even! - while I torched more trolls online. I saw one friend's post that made me pretty sure he was using. I reached out to him, but he was in rapid-fire mode. A dozen replies to any comment, all from him, all a sentence or two. And then he went on my post to start squawking about the exact same topic. I told him to get help again, deleted and blocked him. I just didn't have the energy.
I got word from Jay when he was heading to town, and I messaged Leeper a few minutes after noon. We just said we'd get together "in the afternoon," but not what time. He wanted a nap (And then fire Ze Missiles!), and to meet up around 4. I guess.
I laid with Lady Miss Friday, and even when Leeper messaged me, had a hard time pulling away from my cave. I made it there, though, and it was wonderful to see him. His roommate is fairly butch, and had both refinished their table and was drilling some screws in. Maybe Tim can get her some work helping him out? IDK, but I realized I vainly love being the link for folks who need it. We talked about psych, and addictions, and music, and life... It was magic.
The tincture Bryan sent me had arrived, with a lovely card telling me to message him for directions. I messaged him, but given all the things happening, we never got beyond making sure each other was safe. I put some under my tongue, and maybe got a little fuzzy... I'll try again tomorrow.
Lady Miss Friday laid next to me on the bed - on my side of the bed, even! - while I torched more trolls online. I saw one friend's post that made me pretty sure he was using. I reached out to him, but he was in rapid-fire mode. A dozen replies to any comment, all from him, all a sentence or two. And then he went on my post to start squawking about the exact same topic. I told him to get help again, deleted and blocked him. I just didn't have the energy.
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}