Semi Rest

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I hesitated initially, but while I was going to swing down to Discount or Evan's Tire to fix my car, it turns out they're closed on Sundays. Instead I tried to keep up my new year's productivity. I finally de-hoboed just for me and not because I was expecting company. My fur was also getting irritating, but that's beside the point! Buzzed down, showered off, did some purchasing I was putting off to save money. Spoiler: It would never be enough. I bought bedding and treats for The Girls, and catnip spray, a scratching post, and treats for Lady Miss Friday.

I did not, unfortunately, get around to researching funding for a religious organization. I spent a long time browsing for the *perfect* bedding before finally just looking at the stuff I have. I smoked a lot but didn't really get anywhere. I can feel relapse lurking, waiting for my increasingly desperate quest to get out of my head to go over the edge. Much like all of my more maladaptive coping mechanisms, I pushed it to the bottom of the arsenal. At some point, I will probably get rid of that last tidbit. One of my vape pens is malfunctioning; the light indicates it's charged, but pressing the button has no effect. They're inexpensive, but then I start thinking about dabbing and get paralyzed by indecision.

I saw Merryweather running around again, heard her nibbling on something behind the stove, but couldn't get to her. I found her again later on the nori and moved her back to the cage. Even though I'd seen it several times, I couldn't shake the growing paranoia that she'd gotten stuck outside the cage and was struggling to survive. I remembered to put more food out for my stray friend, too.

I beat off in the evening. I'd beaten off yesterday, but it was one of the weirdest masturbatory experiences I've ever had. I'm aware of the existing field there. Not only had it been obligational and difficult to cum, when I finally did, it felt like an awkward jelly. This time it was all great, stellar volume and feeling. But of course the idea I should have filmed it buzzed about the whole time. I pulled myself away from my room. I'd spent the vast majority of my time off in there taking care of things. I wanted to... Not be in there. I watched one of the newer episodes of Big Mouth, and it was beyond bizarre. Lady Miss Friday rescued me, and it got to be late much faster than I was expecting.

I saw a post from Joshua just before I went to bed; standard late night cry for help. I don't know if it's my phone being a dick or FB was just wonky, but it said there were no comments, but then I commented and suddenly there were a bunch suddenly waiting there. He messaged me, but didn't reply to my answer.