Door to Egress
Mar. 5th, 2022 09:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thepnutgalleryDid something in the morning, tried to stay productive, but I didn't have it. Lady Miss Friday didn't want me at the computer, then climbed under the covers with me and slept physically against and on top of me. Almost worth the night in jail for that.
Julian passed out when he got home from work, so I imagine everyone was tired. Tim called, I texted that I couldn't answer, but he called again. A huge wooden door fell on his head while he was working. Chris took him to the ER, but if I could relieve Chris of watch and taxi duty, that'd be great. Of course.
Chris was in the waiting room but wanted to catch up. Awkward times. We talked for a while, then Terry called to check on me, but Tim was released. I strongly prefer text based communication, and told him I'd talk to him later. Terry loves his drama, but he's also connected to the Powers that Be and the whole apartment complex. Tim was diagnosed with a concussion, though they oddly didn't take any X-rays or other scans. They wanted someone to watch him, he asked to crash at my place, just needed to swing down and give Pupple dinner. Given that, though, I suggested I crash there. Save fuel and get me out of the house. Good thing I took care of LMF before I left. I let Julian know, he was concerned I'd fuck Tim, but paranoia has never been logical.
Julian passed out when he got home from work, so I imagine everyone was tired. Tim called, I texted that I couldn't answer, but he called again. A huge wooden door fell on his head while he was working. Chris took him to the ER, but if I could relieve Chris of watch and taxi duty, that'd be great. Of course.
Chris was in the waiting room but wanted to catch up. Awkward times. We talked for a while, then Terry called to check on me, but Tim was released. I strongly prefer text based communication, and told him I'd talk to him later. Terry loves his drama, but he's also connected to the Powers that Be and the whole apartment complex. Tim was diagnosed with a concussion, though they oddly didn't take any X-rays or other scans. They wanted someone to watch him, he asked to crash at my place, just needed to swing down and give Pupple dinner. Given that, though, I suggested I crash there. Save fuel and get me out of the house. Good thing I took care of LMF before I left. I let Julian know, he was concerned I'd fuck Tim, but paranoia has never been logical.
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