What Weekends Wreak

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It was another cold morning, and Lady Miss Friday slept under the covers with me. ON TOP OF ME. More than that, I'm learning to let go of my anxiety about it. Just because she slept on me after rehab doesn't mean she's going through something traumatizing every time she does it. I was a little disappointed that I'd eaten all the sammiches last night, but as always, grateful it wasn't G. So naturally, I had another drink. And remember kids, you can't have a hangover if you're still drunk! David sent me a text - he was in town for the weekend, had a few potential clients, but seeing me was the priority. I figured I could stop drinking at any time if any of his clients cancelled, but I would rage at myself if he lost money to see me, so I told him to get his coins. Rage. I managed to still stay productive, tried to get caught up in my journal, but then Allan messaged me. He wanted something about my experiences as a positive person and getting benefits. I was tipsy, stoned, and distracted enough that I couldn't really follow, so I just asked him to email me instead. He eventually got around to asking to come over, just needed to shower first. I tried to pick up the place and get cleaned up myself, figuring he'd want to fuck. We talked a lot, and I might try to help him get a job at ADI. We played chess, too, and talked about how you're supposed to think several moves ahead. I can't do that, though the game made at least the concept of planning their response much easier. At a certain point, he dropped the game (it was not enough), and started talking about making out with me. I ate his ass for dinner, he topped me briefly, but neither of our dicks were working terribly well. And then I threw up while he was getting dressed. Oh, Squeak.