Transamphibious

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I woke up sobbing, and spent all morning flailing at the surface. More under than over, obv, but since I wasn't going to kill myself, because I still have Lady Miss Friday, I didn't think I needed help. And we're all aware how I feel about ever needing help. Tim was in the area, as he was about to go flyering for one of his candidates, and asked if he could swing by with Pupple. That became leaving Pupple while he went, and a brief discussion on how as he's gotten older, Pupple has wanted to stop and sniff like...exponentially more frequently on walks. He asked why I kept sniffling, which eventually led to him suggesting I ask to borrow meds from a friend. I posted to FB, and got a response within minutes. Zipped out to snag them, and the effect was as surreal as it was frightening. When Tim got back, we talked a little more. Apparently there's either a movement within psych saying folks shouldn't be on meds or that's the current science or something, so we don't become dependent on them. But at the same time, apparently before I started my meds, I was as bad or worse as the last couple days. I started watching some sketch show by Sarah Cooper, and Tim said it was *very* me ... While I'm suffocating laughing. There are worse ways.

I wanted to avoid drinking, so figured I'd combine carts and the last of my edibles, and hope Potmatess restocks Northern Lights and has a sale soon. I broke up my 500mg edible into 4 parts, commbined that with a cart, and did okay. I ended up beating off *a lot,* with some pretty awesome cumshots. I don't even remember how many times I managed to - 5? 7? I thought a lot about Justin, even though his realiti is as different from my memory as mine is.