Mouse Shield
Dec. 22nd, 2020 09:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thepnutgalleryWoke up crazy early. Couldn't get back to sleep, but closed my eyes next to Lady Miss Friday, then addressed various video game and social media things until it was time to clock in. I drank a lot of coffee, naturally, got the NOAs done, and managed to start getting caught up. Even without being able to work on Friday, I should be ducky. I posted the track by Wild Child, though it was another blank stare from the other members.
After work, Tim got a call from the marina. Something about the number of cars parked there or something, and since Tami just pays the like....roommate fee or something, she doesn't get a space. He called Tami and she got flustered, but did eventually agree to move her car. Sort of. There was a lot of haggling and arguing. For a while, she was going to use my parking space, so I needed to get my car fixed. Then she decided against it, but was too busy to take Tim to Tootie's. So I had to get my car fixed anyway.
I cleaned for the mice and gave them fresh food and treats while I waited for them to figure things out and AAA to get here. It was magical watching them dig into the treats and run around exploring and not being eaten by snakes. I saw an article noting that Holland successfully found homes for every dog in the country, and thought again about starting Symbism. I just need to look up the funding methods and filing requirements.
I drove Tim to the marina, and on the way he asked if I'd still have had my addiction if we'd stayed together. I think I would have. I described myself as an addict looking for a drug for a long time. Apparently early on in our relationship he noticed my *highly* addictive personality. I noted that, much like Christina saving me from myself before, I don't think I could have been saved by anyone but him last year. He agreed that I successfully pushed almost everyone away. He also suggested going to Group again, but just for depression, not addiction. It is interesting that even with my pills, I'm not always so great at staying afloat.
I managed to find his boat, Pupple said hello, and I picked up his shorts, his meds, and peanut butter pretzels. Then stopped at a gas station to get him some water, because apparently when he broke his leg, he also became part cactus. A really really cute gent named Pablo chatted with me while he rang me up. Tootie lives near her old place, and I think near that one massively massively hung escort I worked with once. Greg something, and while I got along great with him, I mostly remember because Ken had previously hit on him, and he left it on Read. I'm petty, I keep score, etc etc etc. I walked Pupple for a bit, got Tim inside with all his things, and finally went home. It wasn't all that late, but I was exhausted. I latched on to the life raft of my furkids being happy and crashed.
After work, Tim got a call from the marina. Something about the number of cars parked there or something, and since Tami just pays the like....roommate fee or something, she doesn't get a space. He called Tami and she got flustered, but did eventually agree to move her car. Sort of. There was a lot of haggling and arguing. For a while, she was going to use my parking space, so I needed to get my car fixed. Then she decided against it, but was too busy to take Tim to Tootie's. So I had to get my car fixed anyway.
I cleaned for the mice and gave them fresh food and treats while I waited for them to figure things out and AAA to get here. It was magical watching them dig into the treats and run around exploring and not being eaten by snakes. I saw an article noting that Holland successfully found homes for every dog in the country, and thought again about starting Symbism. I just need to look up the funding methods and filing requirements.
I drove Tim to the marina, and on the way he asked if I'd still have had my addiction if we'd stayed together. I think I would have. I described myself as an addict looking for a drug for a long time. Apparently early on in our relationship he noticed my *highly* addictive personality. I noted that, much like Christina saving me from myself before, I don't think I could have been saved by anyone but him last year. He agreed that I successfully pushed almost everyone away. He also suggested going to Group again, but just for depression, not addiction. It is interesting that even with my pills, I'm not always so great at staying afloat.
I managed to find his boat, Pupple said hello, and I picked up his shorts, his meds, and peanut butter pretzels. Then stopped at a gas station to get him some water, because apparently when he broke his leg, he also became part cactus. A really really cute gent named Pablo chatted with me while he rang me up. Tootie lives near her old place, and I think near that one massively massively hung escort I worked with once. Greg something, and while I got along great with him, I mostly remember because Ken had previously hit on him, and he left it on Read. I'm petty, I keep score, etc etc etc. I walked Pupple for a bit, got Tim inside with all his things, and finally went home. It wasn't all that late, but I was exhausted. I latched on to the life raft of my furkids being happy and crashed.
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