Hopefully Not Mouse Grandad

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Woke up in the middle of the night, and even another Seroquel didn't help. I heard my mice squeaking quite a bit, and when I checked on them, the girls had gotten down into Houdini's place. I put them back upstairs....only to hear squeaking again a few minutes later. For several hours, I kept moving them upstairs, then have them crawl right back down. Alas, there are no all night pet stores, so I turn on the light, turned the cage to the side so I could grab them, and waited.

Unsurprisingly, I was exhausted in the morning, despite the coffee. I zipped over to Petsmart on my break and found a halfway decent cage, but it didn't quite fit together right when I got it home. I was weirdly timid about posting about things online, maybe my non-confrontational part trying to take dominance...I got over it, and ripped a few pieces apart.

I shared a post about a police officer pointing a gun at a child's face, and in spite of having started drinking, thought I did a decent job both in analyzing the situation and the idea that we shouldn't bring children to a peaceful protest because cops might get violent. That's a hostage mentality.

Tim came over in the evening and managed to assemble the new cage and get Houdini's spot in there. Unfortunately, the tired was bad at this point was dragging me towards the cliff, just like it did when I was 14. Tim was not happy at all, and not even happy with my trying to placate things by saying I'm sticking around until LMF goes. I agreed to call The Center tomorrow.

At this stage, between my tiredness and the drink from earlier, I thought it was early morning. And then I didn't even know when I thought it was. I bid Tim goodnight, took two Quietapines instead of chances, and passed out.