RAWR Quartet
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thepnutgalleryBack at it! It occurred to me, somewhere in the back of my mind, that I'm still highly disorganized, even virtually, so my eservice box still had scattered pdf lying around. The virtual equivalent of piles of paper all over. I'm current on my work, just terrible about deleting things, putting things like required online safety certificates "away," etc. Kathy made a MISC folder and shunted them all in there when she covered on Friday. Why didn't I think of that?! I hammered away at the mail, my claims, pending NOAs, etc., and managed to get just about completely back on top by the end of the day. RAWR! Hopped over to the dentist at the end of the day for what I thought was the final work on my bridge, but it was just the halfway point. I'll get there.
Julian's therapy appointment was scheduled for 1pm, and he was still sleeping by the time I went on lunch. I laid next to him and rubbed his back to wake up, just like I used to do before I gave up on us. He was still reluctant to get up, but he shifted is butt into little spoon mode, and the back rub became fucking, successfully this time. RAWR! Part 2. For some reason, I thought he'd shaved his balls & butt when we tried to fuck on Saturday, though we clarified in talks later that neither of us have been fucking anyone else. Must have been wishful thinking then, though I didn't say anything about it. I know we previously connected almost exclusively over booze and sex, so all of our efforts to be good for and to one another should focus elsewhere. His appointment was actually scheduled for 5pm, but somewhere in the flurry of emails they sent telling him to register was also an email asking for confirmation, so they canceled it. Both of us kicked ourselves for not seeing it before, but instead of throwing a tantrum, he called and left a message to try to reschedule.
I was exhausted all day for some reason, maybe even anemic again, based on the kind of tired. I laid down with Lady Miss Friday after work, but Terry came over to talk, and asked to borrow some ketamine while he waits for his prescription refill. He said Taka could fix Julian's weed pen, so we went over there to finish talking. She let me use some pliers and it came right out. RAWR! Part 3. Terry spaced out on the ketamine, was trying to walk me back to my place, but I sat him down because he was swaying. The last thing I need is Terry tumbling down the stairs with construction going on in the apartment complex. They're still planning on moving back to Japan in the next 3 months or so, but he said they're grateful to have met us.
I thought about taking dxm in the evening, but the most dangerous phrase for an addict is "why not?," so I endeavored to stay productive instead. Helps that it takes an hour or two to kick in, and I think works best on an empty stomach. Also, taking magnesium and lecithin about an hour or two before potentiates it, so it takes less dxm to get where ever I'm trying to go. Also grapefruit juice, but that's more day before, or something to just add to your diet regularly. Julian watched The 100, so I laid next to Lady Miss Friday and journaled. I don't feel comfortable posting full entries from my phone, but now that I write the drafts in my email, I was able to get completely caught up. In closing - RAWR!
Julian's therapy appointment was scheduled for 1pm, and he was still sleeping by the time I went on lunch. I laid next to him and rubbed his back to wake up, just like I used to do before I gave up on us. He was still reluctant to get up, but he shifted is butt into little spoon mode, and the back rub became fucking, successfully this time. RAWR! Part 2. For some reason, I thought he'd shaved his balls & butt when we tried to fuck on Saturday, though we clarified in talks later that neither of us have been fucking anyone else. Must have been wishful thinking then, though I didn't say anything about it. I know we previously connected almost exclusively over booze and sex, so all of our efforts to be good for and to one another should focus elsewhere. His appointment was actually scheduled for 5pm, but somewhere in the flurry of emails they sent telling him to register was also an email asking for confirmation, so they canceled it. Both of us kicked ourselves for not seeing it before, but instead of throwing a tantrum, he called and left a message to try to reschedule.
I was exhausted all day for some reason, maybe even anemic again, based on the kind of tired. I laid down with Lady Miss Friday after work, but Terry came over to talk, and asked to borrow some ketamine while he waits for his prescription refill. He said Taka could fix Julian's weed pen, so we went over there to finish talking. She let me use some pliers and it came right out. RAWR! Part 3. Terry spaced out on the ketamine, was trying to walk me back to my place, but I sat him down because he was swaying. The last thing I need is Terry tumbling down the stairs with construction going on in the apartment complex. They're still planning on moving back to Japan in the next 3 months or so, but he said they're grateful to have met us.
I thought about taking dxm in the evening, but the most dangerous phrase for an addict is "why not?," so I endeavored to stay productive instead. Helps that it takes an hour or two to kick in, and I think works best on an empty stomach. Also, taking magnesium and lecithin about an hour or two before potentiates it, so it takes less dxm to get where ever I'm trying to go. Also grapefruit juice, but that's more day before, or something to just add to your diet regularly. Julian watched The 100, so I laid next to Lady Miss Friday and journaled. I don't feel comfortable posting full entries from my phone, but now that I write the drafts in my email, I was able to get completely caught up. In closing - RAWR!
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