Harbor Hypothetical Magic
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thepnutgallerySomewhat related to what I understand of masochism, I used to stay sweating in a hot car longer just to make it that much better when I finally rolled my window down. Waking from a post insomnia sleep might convince me to stay up more. I knew I had a lot to do today, but still laid playing video games for a while instead. I sent an email to Hawk over the gems offer. I might file a lawsuit if they still decline. I don't think I'd ultimately win, but the administrative and legal costs alone might give the company the wake-up call they needed. And of course, if I did win, go me! I'm petty. Really, if I did file the suit, it would be just because they've become such a greedy dick of a company.
Tim said the seal was visiting, so I did too. My beard was getting scruffy and I buzzed it before I left. I even opted not to take my pens. Pupple's trachea closed from excitement on seeing me again, which is like... the most awkward compliment ever. We walked him and then Tim got us some coffee and toast with the bitter lemon marmalade he made. I brought Splenda in one of my weed containers. I had a million small plastic bottles for travel lube, cotton balls soaked in poppers, and kept my G in those, empty pill bottles, and a bottle of vinegar. I'm pretty good at makeshift containers. Now that I think back, though, I'm kind of pissed that I missed the opportunity to buy "potion" bottles. I'll just find some liquid edibles and use those.
The visit lasted longer than I thought it would, I got to see the harbor seal swimming around, and we talked some about the state of technology in fixing the ocean. Can't really just get a giant pool vac or Brita filter. As I left, he asked if I was going to do laundry or what my plans were for the rest of the day. Laying next to Lady Miss Friday sounded awful nice, but I knew I really did need to journal and plan. She was sleeping under the covers when I got back, and I'm well aware of how important it is for me to seize the opportunity when it arises. I vacuumed, washed dishes (even the frying pan!), cleaned the litter box, and deep cleaned Mouse Kingdom. And when I was taking the trash out, I remembered to refill the catnip dirt. Merryweather climbed into it a few minutes later and played with the dirt. I've seen mention of "dig boxes" among the ratfolk, so I should probably look into getting one for The Girls.
My mom called, but just to gab. Well, mostly just to gab, anyway. There were a few topics that set off my Spidey Sense. Bassically just when she asked about Julian and about Colleen. I had forgotten to clean the gym and dining floor of Mouse Kingdom, but it made for a good stopping point. Later on the Atheist Community page, some Christian in recovery started clucking that almost all atheists are addicts because religion saved her. It brought up the possibility of cross-addiction/substitution where religion is your new drug, but I didn't have much luck in a quick scan. I had a strange feeling in dealing with her. If only my life was a Hallmark movie, I'm sure being new to recovery would have built bridges between us. But she was loudly wrong so I ate her instead. I stayed up a little late trying to get my journal caught up, and my neighbor Larry hit on me. Started with the pickup line "need head." and though I declined, I think he wandered down to the laundry room.
Tim said the seal was visiting, so I did too. My beard was getting scruffy and I buzzed it before I left. I even opted not to take my pens. Pupple's trachea closed from excitement on seeing me again, which is like... the most awkward compliment ever. We walked him and then Tim got us some coffee and toast with the bitter lemon marmalade he made. I brought Splenda in one of my weed containers. I had a million small plastic bottles for travel lube, cotton balls soaked in poppers, and kept my G in those, empty pill bottles, and a bottle of vinegar. I'm pretty good at makeshift containers. Now that I think back, though, I'm kind of pissed that I missed the opportunity to buy "potion" bottles. I'll just find some liquid edibles and use those.
The visit lasted longer than I thought it would, I got to see the harbor seal swimming around, and we talked some about the state of technology in fixing the ocean. Can't really just get a giant pool vac or Brita filter. As I left, he asked if I was going to do laundry or what my plans were for the rest of the day. Laying next to Lady Miss Friday sounded awful nice, but I knew I really did need to journal and plan. She was sleeping under the covers when I got back, and I'm well aware of how important it is for me to seize the opportunity when it arises. I vacuumed, washed dishes (even the frying pan!), cleaned the litter box, and deep cleaned Mouse Kingdom. And when I was taking the trash out, I remembered to refill the catnip dirt. Merryweather climbed into it a few minutes later and played with the dirt. I've seen mention of "dig boxes" among the ratfolk, so I should probably look into getting one for The Girls.
My mom called, but just to gab. Well, mostly just to gab, anyway. There were a few topics that set off my Spidey Sense. Bassically just when she asked about Julian and about Colleen. I had forgotten to clean the gym and dining floor of Mouse Kingdom, but it made for a good stopping point. Later on the Atheist Community page, some Christian in recovery started clucking that almost all atheists are addicts because religion saved her. It brought up the possibility of cross-addiction/substitution where religion is your new drug, but I didn't have much luck in a quick scan. I had a strange feeling in dealing with her. If only my life was a Hallmark movie, I'm sure being new to recovery would have built bridges between us. But she was loudly wrong so I ate her instead. I stayed up a little late trying to get my journal caught up, and my neighbor Larry hit on me. Started with the pickup line "need head." and though I declined, I think he wandered down to the laundry room.
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