Handle It

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Terry called me early in the morning, we took the kids to the dog park, and drank heavily. I called Ashley at some point, but don't really remember it. She knows me, noticed I was tipsy, and but just thanked me for thinking of her when I'm tipsy. Tim called at some point as well, and was very worried about my falling down the proverbial cliff again. I got drunk enough that I vomited out the side of the car....a couple times. I got his cello out of hock for him - it was at a pawn shop. I also bought yarn for him, and he's going to knit me a mouse hat. I didn't want it to be yarn, but couldn't remember what they're normally made from.

I passed out in the afternoon, hardly surprisingly, but Terry woke me again in the evening. He'd been fighting with Taka, perhaps ironically due to their conflicting needs. He was suicidal. Having been there myself so often, and being so similar in terms of animal affection, I at least knew what to say. He was going to crash on my couch, and Julian called me, freaking out about his stroke and vision and life plan, and wanting me to move him out here. I pushed again for him to go to school and get a career. Trade school would be fine. It was around 1 my time, and Julian also lamented that I used to stay up all night on a Saturday. A lot has changed since then, and I did talk some about the deep reaching changes my addiction brought about. I heard my door open and close, and texted Terry to check on him. He said he was fine, just opted to go home after all.