Reverse Anxiety

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Hopped into work fine, Terry knocked on my door freaking out about the whole eviction thing. I talked him through it again, then walked over and talked Taka through it. While talking them through it, I had a kind of epiphany. Sort of a reverse Sliding Doors. Something something, but if I hadn't ended up here, exactly where and how I am, Taka and their pups would be fucked. She's 70. Tim surprised me by coming over in the afternoon, but seemed to more need help more than be in a position to give help, so I just tried to be an ear and offer advice/analysis where appropriate. I feel like I learned a great deal in my experiences with Julian, and those have helped me grow. I'll certainly grant it was a gamble, but where my safety is concerned, I've never been risk-averse. I was going to maybe get high and beat off for the night, maybe set up a new BBRT/Grindr/Scruff, but I crashed early instead. I also got an update from a friend in LA. From what I gather, he's similar to me in that we're both addicts who latched on to our cat as our higher power. His cat, Agnes, got hit by a car, then attacked by a predator. He stayed with her crying until the authorities showed up, but I can't imagine. My fucking Gawd. I'm so incredibly, incredibly grateful that Lady Miss Friday errs on the side of caution when it comes to the wind so much as changing direction before deciding she's had enough of the Great Outdoors.