The Good, The Mean, and the Somebody Else

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No plans for the day again, and I was just going to Numb, but decided to wash the dishes first. I got through it, even though my hands are bassically paws thanks to the nerve issues. Then I decided to mop the floors, while I was at it, and then vacuum, and then clean Mouse Kingdom and Houdini's condo. And then I finally got around to setting up a couple extension cords so I can play music or video games on my phone while I'm on the couch. I always forget how much The Girls absolutely adore new packing paper. It helped me stay afloat literally all day. Tim called towards the end, shocked and amazed that I'd managed to flip my tendency towards extremes and obsession on its head. I wanted to reward myself with a drink, but I was running out of vodka. Hopped over to the store, despite it being Sunday and my goal of not spending, and also picked up more of the sour ribbons, since they seem to last longer.

At home, I briefly tried to Numb on the couch, but I was so irritated by that odd memory I couldn't pounce on, I finally just went to my desktop and scrolled back through two years of my Youtube watch History. On the one hand, it would be awkward but hilarious if Youtube had kept each play of a repeat vid as a separate entry. On the other, I've bounced around the same few songs on rotation repeat enough that even without that, there were still A TON of songs appearing over and over. I managed to find that it was the fan made video to Flora Cash's "You're Somebody Else." And it turns out Patrick was right, and it has Emma Roberts in it. She has my favorite hairstyle, and he found a passable indigo version on Aliexpress. He's gonna keep looking, but I went ahead and bought it anyway.

Scottie messaged me in the evening, noting that he was applying for jobs all over. I don't think I've ever gotten a job through the application process. I've either already known people who work there or gone temp-to-hire. All of them. IDGAF whether he stays or not, I just wanted to know where to look for help. He sank into depression, since he's almost 40 and homeless, and was worried his car is going to get repossessed. I guess they're still making payments. I'm about at the end of my rope to help them financially, and I was going to just make a Gofundme for them, but I have no idea how much it would take to get them on their feet, and he got further depressed thinking about Korky, and couldn't give me an estimate. I took a tougher love approach at that point, honestly because I paid so much money for him, and it still wasn't enough to save him. So like, beating yourself up is my thing, so.....