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thepnutgallery) wrote2020-06-15 03:38 pm
thepnutgallery) wrote2020-06-15 03:38 pm
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Slow Down
Early AF again, so I got on early and managed to upload that jerk off vid from a few weeks ago, and found it surprisingly popular despite my poor cumshot. When I got coffee, I noticed that in 3 days, I drank through a handle and a half of vodka.
I plowed into work, smoked weed all day, and finally managed to take care of basic hygiene that I'd been ignoring for too long. I almost got around to doing laundry, but Lady Miss Friday was sleeping next to my clothes, and I didn't want to wake her. I know. I accidentally making someone uncomfortable when he asked how my weekend was. He ended up making a post about it generally, and I found out that depression often results in neglecting hygiene. I guess I knew that, I just still have trouble believing in my problems.
Later in the night, I thought back to my telling Julian about addiction, and given the details there, decided it was absurd of me to feel like I wasn't a "real" addict simply because I didn't lose enough.
I managed to eat the last of the soy curls, but couldn't bring myself to make or eat anything else. I'm having food go bad on the regular here, because I haven't been eating as much. I went back to Abed's Uncontrollable Christmas, wondered what I'm gonna do when I get tired of it, and had a couple drinks that didn't really do anything for me. And my sleeping pill didn't work until after midnight.
I plowed into work, smoked weed all day, and finally managed to take care of basic hygiene that I'd been ignoring for too long. I almost got around to doing laundry, but Lady Miss Friday was sleeping next to my clothes, and I didn't want to wake her. I know. I accidentally making someone uncomfortable when he asked how my weekend was. He ended up making a post about it generally, and I found out that depression often results in neglecting hygiene. I guess I knew that, I just still have trouble believing in my problems.
Later in the night, I thought back to my telling Julian about addiction, and given the details there, decided it was absurd of me to feel like I wasn't a "real" addict simply because I didn't lose enough.
I managed to eat the last of the soy curls, but couldn't bring myself to make or eat anything else. I'm having food go bad on the regular here, because I haven't been eating as much. I went back to Abed's Uncontrollable Christmas, wondered what I'm gonna do when I get tired of it, and had a couple drinks that didn't really do anything for me. And my sleeping pill didn't work until after midnight.