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thepnutgalleryLearning about anxiety has been fascinating. One of the reasons I'm so fond of dogs is because they're so very demonstrative. It helps me figure out what they want from me, what I should be doing at that moment for them. Cats, of course, are very different. And while I've obviously always loved Lady Miss Friday, if only from afar at first, I distinctly recall her hissing at me once when she was Tim's girl. Don't get me wrong, I love her Guard Dog, Snapping-Psycho, Straight Up Necrophim level jealousy, but given our history and...y'know...me...I don't think my epiphany from last year is at all presumptuous. In short, I leaned over to pet her in the morning, and inside I was shrieking at myself that I was going to ruin everything and Lady Miss Friday would tender her resignation. She joined me under the covers instead. Then curled up back on her side of the bed, but closer to me. Whew! So much for anxiety. Except now I'm terrified that Julian's visit will shatter everything I've built with her. This is the fear that never ends, yes it goes on and on...
I wanted to get started on dance class at home, but I got stuck on trying to find a balanced futon, somewhere between heavy enough to fuck on and light enough to move for dance on the regular. I couldn't really find any clear answers, but I managed to buy a substitute. It was probably a scam, but worth a shot. Lady Miss Friday curled up in the closet, and I used the opportunity to do some chores. I still can't figure out what's wrong with my vacuum, but even a half-working vacuum is better than none. As demonstrated by the rug in my room.
For some reason, I was terrified of being in my head, and I felt myself slipping under the waves, even after my second pill. Potmatess didn't update their Daily Deal page until I messaged them after 5pm, then just changed the headline, not the deals. Thanks, y'all. I've got one cart left, so I've got time, but I still hopped over to the store (and on a Saturday!) for booze and Splenda. I also got some nuggets for me, just to switch up the soy curls. And I successfully spent the extra $.60 for regular Splenda instead of generic stuff, because they were out of everything else. That's progress. 6 months ago, I just drank my coffee black because they were out of my preferred/cheap vegan creamer. Ever since I had to take that caffeine vacation, I've actually largely swapped to tea anyway. Hydrates, low-caffeine, takes much, much, much less creamer and Splenda.
In spite of my desperation, I drank fairly slowly, going for the wine first. Thanks to my Magic To-Do List, I emailed my dentist about figuring out what we've got left to do, messaged the brain doc about getting my license unrestricted, and thought about writing a parody of "Don't Rush Me" for when I start a "Go Fund Me," since they fit together so magically. I also got closer to writing that book about Emmy Rossum the Possum. All I really had before was the rhyme, but with Symbism, I'm considering a book about a possum in the yard. While anthropomorphizing animals are always fun, I also feel like that would be a much larger undertaking. And while it might be effective to get children to sympathize with possums, it would probably end up like Pinchy the Lobster. I listened to GAI on repeat, browsed NewTumbl for a while, and it was such comforting nostalgia to find new porn, art, and everything in between. I even found one of the first pics I ever came to. Ah, Memories.
I wanted to get started on dance class at home, but I got stuck on trying to find a balanced futon, somewhere between heavy enough to fuck on and light enough to move for dance on the regular. I couldn't really find any clear answers, but I managed to buy a substitute. It was probably a scam, but worth a shot. Lady Miss Friday curled up in the closet, and I used the opportunity to do some chores. I still can't figure out what's wrong with my vacuum, but even a half-working vacuum is better than none. As demonstrated by the rug in my room.
For some reason, I was terrified of being in my head, and I felt myself slipping under the waves, even after my second pill. Potmatess didn't update their Daily Deal page until I messaged them after 5pm, then just changed the headline, not the deals. Thanks, y'all. I've got one cart left, so I've got time, but I still hopped over to the store (and on a Saturday!) for booze and Splenda. I also got some nuggets for me, just to switch up the soy curls. And I successfully spent the extra $.60 for regular Splenda instead of generic stuff, because they were out of everything else. That's progress. 6 months ago, I just drank my coffee black because they were out of my preferred/cheap vegan creamer. Ever since I had to take that caffeine vacation, I've actually largely swapped to tea anyway. Hydrates, low-caffeine, takes much, much, much less creamer and Splenda.
In spite of my desperation, I drank fairly slowly, going for the wine first. Thanks to my Magic To-Do List, I emailed my dentist about figuring out what we've got left to do, messaged the brain doc about getting my license unrestricted, and thought about writing a parody of "Don't Rush Me" for when I start a "Go Fund Me," since they fit together so magically. I also got closer to writing that book about Emmy Rossum the Possum. All I really had before was the rhyme, but with Symbism, I'm considering a book about a possum in the yard. While anthropomorphizing animals are always fun, I also feel like that would be a much larger undertaking. And while it might be effective to get children to sympathize with possums, it would probably end up like Pinchy the Lobster. I listened to GAI on repeat, browsed NewTumbl for a while, and it was such comforting nostalgia to find new porn, art, and everything in between. I even found one of the first pics I ever came to. Ah, Memories.
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