Knowing Me, Knowing You

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Tim called me in the morning, asking me to come down and visit. And while I tried to hedge, he wanted a yes right there, so I couldn't back out. Damn friends, knowing me so well! But given that yesterday, I found myself in that dangerous "bored" space that would ultimately lead me back to GHB, I got cleaned up, dressed in my Annie: The Day Planner shirt, and headed down. I forgot his Last Unicorn shirt though...and he even (correctly) noted that when he forgot it, I'd think he didn't really like it. It was good to see him again, and *WONDERFUL* to see Pupple again. I hadn't realized how much I missed him. We talked some about Julian, and about my addiction. He noticed that I lost interest in...pretty much everything but getting high. Which I guess is what addiction is all about. Pupple curled up on my lap back on his boat, and Antoine joined us a little later. Even though he gave Pupple cheese, Pupple kept giving him side eye, and would snarl at him if he got too close to me.

When Tim went to use the bathroom at the...whatever you call the admin building of the marina, Antoine and I took that as a good place to exit. As nice as it was to see them, I was also missing Lady Miss Friday something *fierce.* It had been a whole two hours! I meant to clean up and organize my music, or maybe take advantage of the Practicing Law Institute membership through work...but I just ended up drinking and ripping people apart online. I tore the fuck into some fool getting mad at me for supporting adoption and rescues over breeders, and used a few obstinate Trump supporters as scratching posts. Since I was so identifying with my new profile pic, I messaged FHA to get my new profile pic turned into something I could put on a shirt, but calmed down my extreme self. I also started looking into organizational services, but ultimately (and drunkenly) decided that I should just do it myself. Even though I'm terrible at it.Oh, Squeak.