thepnutgallery | Young Padoan (Reply)

I woke up to a text message from Julian, but somewhere between being busy and indecisive, put off reading or responding. I remembered to enter NOAs in the morning, even though there were only two of them. Works for me, I suppose. Although I stayed fairly focused, I definitely did not get as much work as I'd hoped done. Sure, I spent some of my day looking for a new phone, but ADI has never been a harsh taskmaster requiring nose to the grindstone 8 hours a day. Julian called me towards the end of the day, and it was okay. I am still terrified that he sees getting back out here, getting back together, etc., as some sort of Magic Goal Post that will fix everything. But he's at least getting better about letting me finish talking. I always forget he has a tendency to interrupt quickly and often. He also got diagnosed with epilepsy, though I guess rather than any direct sign, they decided that based on him having 3 seizures in 2 days, or whatever that was qualified him.

Eventually, Patrick messaged me that Affirm had declined him. I'm still not sure what they even do - something about loans or something, but why he would need that for a phone......since my eBay seller hadn't replied for the knockoff phone, I got my refund without having to send it back. I offered the phone to Patrick, and since 1) it's a knockoff and I'm not sure how much good it will do, and 2) I'm planning on buying a new phone, I offered him both the knockoff and my current phone. And since I've been scanning for so long, bought a Blu V7 for $70. Patrick was impressed, as he'd been shopping on Amazon and couldn't afford anything. Not only should we not be lining Bezos's pockets when possible, but eBay is the place to go for phones. You just have to be careful of those horrid knockoffs, looking like they're off Wish or something. And I'm pretty fucking stellar at finding deals.

My appointment with the neurologist was okay. His assistant was adorable (from what I could see, since he was masked), laughed at my quote from Babysitter's Dead, and we chatted between procedures. They bassically hooked up a bunch of sensors, then zapped me a bunch with an electrode. I've had worse, and we found out there's some sort of issue with my Ulnar nerves. Like...irritated corridors or something. I've been irritable lately, I suppose I shouldn't expect anything different from my nerves. They're supposed to send me instructions tomorrow, but in general, I'm supposed to avoid bending my arms.

On one of the posts lamenting the Senate's confirmation of Amy Barrett, some would-be demagogue had blathered on, clucking that Trump didn't appoint her, that was the Senate, dummies, and if Dems wanted to change things, they need to run better candidates. I'm actually inclined to agree with the very last part, but also pointed out that we have a very large problem with both voting rights and gerrymandering. He clucked more, writing pages but not really saying anything. Backed into a corner and lacking any credible sources of his own, he eventually resorted to "Nu-unh!" Filth.

Lady Miss Friday pulled me away from the computer at 4, like usual, and I spoke with Tim on the phone some while I stared at Lady Miss Friday. Pupple was not feeling great, and Tim agreed to check the odd bump I've been feeling on Lady Miss Friday's side next time he comes over. I'm aware that sometimes you have to make someone unhappy to do what's ultimately best for them, I'm just not very good at it.

I decided not to smoke, hoping that Potmatess will get their Alpine Northern Lights back in stock soon, and wanting to reduce my THC tolerance for when it happens. I did drink, however, though not much. Jen, a friend of mine from high school who is now a teacher, I think, sent me the Tenacious D cover of Time Warp. A few other folks had sent it to me as well, and she also asked how things are going. As you're aware, I have no secrets. I did take the opportunity to ask about Jason, my best friend in high school. He disappeared several years ago, and both Jen and I have been looking for him. And since I'm me, hoping he wasn't dead. I'm getting to be that age where when someone disappears, it could be one or the other. She'd managed to track him down, and let me know he'd had a mental breakdown of some sort, heavy paranoia tinged with antisemitism. Important for me to know before talking to him, given my recent discoveries. We also talked some about family, as she has both a birth and stepchild.

I texted Jason, and the conversation was brief but lovely. He's back in San Diego, didn't know the word "twinning," and cheered up significantly when I used the word "portmanteau." He's gonna come over tomorrow after work.