Sign Says: Huh?

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Josh messaged me back in the morning, noting that he was just depressed when it was late. Gwen's 4am lyrics rattled around in my head, and I posted Safe & Sound to the Music Group. I wanted to keep things within the theme, not post a repeat, and make sure folks knew I was available. Josh R. had a FB Story that was cause for concern, so I reached out to him, as well. He wants a romantic partner, and I got to thinking again about that article I read that talked about the silver lining of growing up LGBT is that we create our own family. I'm surprised we as a community aren't more okay with staying single. I'm not very good at it, but I'm obviously more than okay with it. I've got lots of exes and friends with benefits who fill that "partner" role well enough. Relationships, like everything else, are a spectrum.

I got in to work just fine stayed relatively focused, for a Monday. I was really happy that I opted not to call in. In addition to that imposter syndrome making me worry they're going to discover I'm secretly a failure, I had loose ends to tie up. There was a chat in Teams that ended up being about D&D and RPGs. We might start a campaign among us. I got to my appointment fine, but apparently the app no longer works for e check-in, it just tells you it did. I didn't even know what I was there for, but apparently it was an EKG. I chatted with everyone. The front desk loved my panda hat and Dungeons and Doggos shirt, and my nurse laughed at all my jokes. Due to the mix-up with the app, though, even with validation my parking cost a dollar. I flipped off the camera as I left. I was cranky.

I took Tim to his appointment as well, his at the VA on UCSD's campus. I hadn't been up there in a very long time, and maybe it was just my antidepressants talking, but I looked back fondly on my undergrad. Still dissatisfied with the heavy Modern influence and lack of Sassy Jazz, but overall fondly. Pupple was having some sort of severe issue with his paw, like sympathy pains matching Tim's broken leg. Apparently my insurance for him just reimburses me after. Whatever, I've got a credit card for a reason. I offered my Lyft account, but Tim is uncomfortable with Lyft, so I said I'd play taxi after work. I actually drove back to work rather than wait for Tim, because I was running out of time. I never drive these days, so it was probably good for my car. Or something. On the drive home, we talked some about drugs and mental health. Something about narcissists, and apparently I can't identify them.

He called me in the evening, because the vet said it would take 4-6 hours, and rather than stay up all night, he thought we should just take him tomorrow morning. Fine by me, but I did make sure to note that I needed to be clocked in and sitting at my desk by 7:30. I mostly browsed FB in the evening, and one of the threads on "Sounds Gay, I'm In" sent me into gales of laughter. Since we were to take Pupple to the vet tomorrow, I didn't take my sleeping pill, or maybe I only took one.