Part Addict, Part Hobo

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Two pills, taken late, (started slow, started late) gone to bed late after waking up too early, and I still woke up crazy fucking early. Not really sure what time it was, because I'd turned my phone off last night to save power, but it was still dark. Meh. I felt like I didn't spend enough time with LMF last night, so I made up for lost time with the extra hours before work. Since it was *finally* my day to really dig in to claims, and I promised I'd take NOAs tomorrow, I worked like Annie Adderall all day. Metric fuckton of claims done, NOAs worked up, mail processed, etc, etc. Lady Miss Friday even cooperated by sleeping all day and letting me work. I did read a few trolls later in the day, and even got to catch my cousin, Ruth, copy-pasting some fantasy about Zuckerberg saying he'd block the Lord's Prayer. Lorde, why do your followers have such a fetish for imagined oppression? She got testy with me just for asking when he'd said that, so I stopped refraining from condescension. Don't come for me unless I send for you.

In cleaning for Jason, I'd straightened up some mail and papers, and found some notes of handwriting I couldn't identify, citing the various symptoms that eventually got me sent to rehab. I don't think things were as bad in my Golden Hill apartment as they maybe were at my last place on Cleveland, but....there was that one time I don't remember, when my apartment was apparently covered in blood and I almost died. I watched some Lucifer in the evening, still avoided smoking, and Lady Miss Friday tried to meet me halfway and laid on the couch...for a while. Time flies when you're having fun, and I missed my 8pm mark to take my meds. I stayed up longer, just sort of being stubborn (who, me?), but Lady Miss Friday eventually told me it was bedtime.