The Ocean in Winter
Dec. 23rd, 2020 04:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thepnutgalleryWoke up crazy early again, but I had just enough time to take a half pill and crash for a bit. Carl had taken care of a bunch of eservice yesterday, but the rest of it still took me forever. Photographer Matt had watched The Last Unicorn, and tagged me in it. I do love that people associate me with it. I offered to buy him the book, but he'd already bought the ebook, and had many questions, mostly about Haggard. I've been Haggard. I've had the only light be watching something else. His depression, of course, moves into sociopathic or sadistic selfishness. He's happy seeing the unicorns in the waves, but he knows they're miserable there. I opted not to buzz for the meeting, admittedly because I was considering whether I want to keep my mustache or go back to my beard, but I did put on the Chimney hat and sombrero sunglasses for them. Took the opportunity to post my holiday check-in for everyone on FB and quote the Feel It track by the Tamperer. I got to reach out to a few people, so I felt great. My survivor's guilt over having had a pretty decent 2020 is transforming into gratitude. If everyone else is having the kind of year I had in 2019, but I'm not, I can be a source of support for them in a way I couldn't if I was having that kind of time again. Suzanne messaged me, and we talked some about our respective years and venerable pets. She was a little bummed that the conversation bobbed at the surface instead of sunning on the beach. Sorry.
After work, I started looking at sleeper sofas and futons. Ikea has the best prices, unsurprisingly, but I'm mostly looking for something affordable that won't creak while I'm fucking on it, and that's sort of a hard category. Tim texted me, asking if I could pick up his money from Jae tonight or if tomorrow would be better. He also mentioned he didn't want to do Christmas dinner, as he's worried about covid with the impact from his broken leg. I sort of thought that might be coming, but would've liked the news sooner. I messaged Colleen, and we're going to do just us.
On my way out, I saw I had a package at the door - it was Lady Miss Friday's space heater! Tim critiqued it again, and ultimately my getting it has the most to do with her sleeping under the covers a while back, since the last time she did was after rehab. I am desperate to make her happy. Headed over to get his money, which turned out to be an envelope full of cash. Chatted with Jae a bit, but the conversation felt forced. There was an awful accident on the freeway, so it took me longer to get to Tootie's, and in spite of having taken both my pills, the waves were choppy. I stopped at Ralph's, perfectly willing to just get a tofurky there, and kind of excited about buying wine, too. Actually, really excited, and kind of disappointed I didn't have an excuse to get it. I'm gonna need creamer soon, too, so figured I'd get that. Unfortunately, they opted not to sell vegan roasts this year, and TJ's was out of them, too. Frustrated, tired, and facing rough waters, I went home. Tried to turn her space heater on, but it wouldn't work. There's always tomorrow.
After work, I started looking at sleeper sofas and futons. Ikea has the best prices, unsurprisingly, but I'm mostly looking for something affordable that won't creak while I'm fucking on it, and that's sort of a hard category. Tim texted me, asking if I could pick up his money from Jae tonight or if tomorrow would be better. He also mentioned he didn't want to do Christmas dinner, as he's worried about covid with the impact from his broken leg. I sort of thought that might be coming, but would've liked the news sooner. I messaged Colleen, and we're going to do just us.
On my way out, I saw I had a package at the door - it was Lady Miss Friday's space heater! Tim critiqued it again, and ultimately my getting it has the most to do with her sleeping under the covers a while back, since the last time she did was after rehab. I am desperate to make her happy. Headed over to get his money, which turned out to be an envelope full of cash. Chatted with Jae a bit, but the conversation felt forced. There was an awful accident on the freeway, so it took me longer to get to Tootie's, and in spite of having taken both my pills, the waves were choppy. I stopped at Ralph's, perfectly willing to just get a tofurky there, and kind of excited about buying wine, too. Actually, really excited, and kind of disappointed I didn't have an excuse to get it. I'm gonna need creamer soon, too, so figured I'd get that. Unfortunately, they opted not to sell vegan roasts this year, and TJ's was out of them, too. Frustrated, tired, and facing rough waters, I went home. Tried to turn her space heater on, but it wouldn't work. There's always tomorrow.
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