If you're here, you could be there.

I woke up much more ready to tackle the day and try to accomplish things in the new year. First stop was Ralph's, and I even wrote a list! I still had to convince myself to go, because I was mostly going for creamer, and my Depression Era Butchness tells me to just Man Up and drink black coffee so I can save that roughly dollar or so per week. It was finally the idea I could combine it with Discount Tire that pushed me over the edge. Naturally, when I got there, I realized I'd forgotten my list. And a mask. I was going to just put a cumrag over my face, eventually found one in one of the seat spaces (a mask, not a cumrag). One side was broken, but I was able to wrap it around my ear and get through it. A little while ago, I'd gone to Ralph's but left my phone at home to charge. I heard a track I wanted to Shazam, and while I'm happy I went ahead and asked the employees, it was ultimately unsuccessful. I heard another track this time, and this time I'd brought my phone! But it was ultimately unsuccessful. I'm not as upset over this one because it was closer to Okay than Great, but I'd thought that maybe it would be like Body Language or Clairy Browne. I also heard Shake Your Groove Thing in one of the aisles, and was as delighted as I was surprised to hear such a high energy track at 7 am when most of their music is significantly calmer. Turns out it was the employee standing behind me playing it off his phone or something. We had a good laugh and positive interaction. The mask convinced me not to try Discount Tire, but at least I resisted buying booze or candy.

Lenny messaged me again and it was a much more balanced conversation than yesterday. He's a gymnast, but broke his wrist and didn't have the medical coverage to get it taken care of at the time. He's gonna come take dance class with me & Amanda when we can again. My mom called, and it ended up being a two hour conversation, but only had a few awkward pauses. We're both working through ish we didn't even know we had. The topic of my addiction came up, and we went over again the absurd amount of patience Tim had to have to get me through it. I don't recall getting vicious with him, but she's mentioned it before, and brought it up again. She apparently wanted to fix it somehow, but everyone told her to leave me alone. I'm back to that complete befuddlement over where the line between enabling and helping starts. I found my way back into my Myspace, though a bunch of my photos are now gone. I also downloaded Marco Polo because she asked me to, but I don't see any real difference between it and any of the video clip apps out there. At least I managed to give her some advice about addressing her health, her insomnia, etc. Lady Miss Friday kept meowing at me, so I laid down with her. She ate breakfast - it is like the sweetest thing ever that it's not enough for me to be in the room, she wants me laying down while she eats. Or she just doesn't like me being on the computer because I was such a mess when I was using. Then she slept right next to me, and it was so touching I took like...a dozen pics.

It hadn't been quite a full month since I checked in on Justin, but I messaged him anyway. I wish he'd message me. Even when we were seeing each other, I pretty much always had to initiate contact, so maybe that's just him. Or maybe he's just not that into you. The conversation started brief, but I got him to open up some. He recently watched The Matrix, noted that it was a trans allegory, and has been considering the theory that none of this is real. There's some astrophysics theory that points to it as well. He dropped out of the conversation shortly after, but it at least gave me the chance to re-examine the film, my interpretations and takeaways, and the psychological implications involved. And doing so made me realize I'd allowed my apathy (bordering on resentment) of the rest of the trilogy color my view of the first one.

It was a very interesting day for Diplomacy. One of the trails I hunted down in the morning talked about motivational interviewing, and that led me to a reminder to work on my diplomacy. I picked the wrong week to stop biting people. I tried really hard to find common ground with people before educating them, and tried to educate them as gently and diplomatically as possible. One elderly gent huffed away when I asked for a clarification. But he also missed the sarcasm in my retort, and maybe we get along now? Willow had Copy/Pasted some Christian nonsense pretending to be oppressed. I mostly let it go previously, but some garbage started ranting at me, complaining about separation of church and state. When that didn't work, both of them started flat out lying. Paul, a really really attractive leather boy I got to fuck at one of Sean's parties, had been lamenting the mob mentality on the gaysovercovid IG, and posted some dystopian prediction that even after covid-19, no one will be "allowed" to celebrate anything or party. On the plus side, I finally learned how to use tag groups. And some dickhead tried to come for me over my AOC group. Ultimately, I think he was my favorite on account of his sheer ineptitude. Trying to retort to studies with Youtube clips and claiming (clearly and provably wrongly) that there is just as much violent extremism on the Left as the Right.

Ending the note on a purely positive note, Alan, who lives in LA and had previously worked on a documentary about sex workers (which is how we met), had posted an article referencing Heston and cancel culture. At some point I'm going to do a little more research on the topic in general, because there have been occasions where someone's faux pas has resulted in an internet mob making it impossible for them to find employment for years to come. But today was not that day, and tomorrow doesn't look good either. Heston's presence in the article alone should have been a giant red flag, because while I guess he used to be progressive, he flipped around 1970 and became the poster child for whiny privileged dolts throwing tantrums. I politely and diplomatically informed him the article was trash, and he messaged me. He's been depressed over the alienation and economic fallout over the last year. And he got a guiche. I'm not in any position to diagnose whether a person needs meds, therapy, or just lifestyle changes, and told him so, but I was able to talk him through the storm he was facing. As you're aware, I'm very open about my depression, and we touched on that time I ran out of my meds. I'd read a thing that defined toxic positivity as internalized relative privation. The idea that others have it worse, so we should just toughen up, not seek help, etc. That definition is incorrect, but it was useful in that moment, and I'm not sure what to call that phenomenon in reality. I had to tap out shortly after, because it was somewhere around 2am or so. In spite of my "diplomacy" resulting in almost just as much venom as I normally spit, I was really happy with my efforts from the day, and relaxed into sleep on the cloud of Lady Miss Friday snoring and Merryweather running around in my room.

Zipped over to the store in the morning again, and they were out of Mocha Mix. Again. The veg sushi was BOGO, so I treated myself to it. $6 for two orders is about what they charge at restaurants, really. A random account on Dreamwidth Granted Access, and I'm certainly not shy. In reading, I found some of that homophobic nonsense about how the LGBT community are the *real* bullies to everyone else, but they ran away when confronted.

My mom called, and I fought back the Hermit Urge to not answer. It was actually a lovely conversation, for all that I must have been stoned by then. It reminded me that at some point, I'm going to make that "I may not know my flowers...!" into a ringtone.

Tim texted me a joke or meme, and I took the opportunity to apologize for last night. Lorde knows he's seen me worse, and he called to tell me he was fine and no apology was needed. I remembered him taking video one night on 33rd, and some day I'll watch them. I initially asked to view them privately, but he's obviously seen it before.

Lady Miss Friday asked me to lay with her in the afternoon, and it was fortuitous, as some depression waves hit me. Between her as my life raft and the various substances I could take (no G), I managed to Numb myself to safety.

Shockingly, I had a friend request from the gent I'd shredded over marriage yesterday. Always suspicious, I messaged him, but he confirmed his request to be Friends. We'll see how long he lasts. I also got a message from Eli, apologizing for losing his temper the other day. He did not re-Friend me, but I'm glad we're on good terms again. I thought more about Julian, and wondered what I should do there. Unable to decide on a plan of action, I did nothing.

Tim had said he wanted me to take him to Plumeria for his birthday, but they're only doing take-out, so he decided to come over instead. I'd been putting off a lot of chores, and even basic hygiene, so it was a very good opportunity to catch up on that. I stopped short of mopping, because that always takes so long, but did go above and beyond for everything else. I even moved the couch to vacuum under it....except in moving it back, I accidentally dragged it over my toe, and there's a bunch of blood under the nail now. Lady Miss Friday growled at some noise I couldn't hear and hid under the bed. I used that as an opportunity to ask for recommendations for a mobile vet, because I'll need one eventually. When Terry and I were talking to one another, he'd spoken several times about taking me with them when they move, as a roommate. I'm happy not having roommates, but the very first thought was how unhappy Lady Miss Friday gets when she's taken out of our cave. I won't put her through that again, and as you know, I still scream at myself, very loudly and very frequently, for not giving up G for her earlier. Keagan texted me to check in, and I was...me, and asked what I posted that made him check.

Scrolling FB after cleaning, I saw a post from DeAnthony discussing classical vs electronic music. The consensus was that classical music was three dimensional and electronic music lacked "soul." I wasn't entirely sure what was even meant by that, but I started browsing some tracks that I thought might fit. I ended up creating a playlist for it, so that I didn't end up just spamming the thread with link after link. I could, of course, have just posted all the links in one comment, but I actually hate when I have to do that and only the first one gets a preview. Doesn't feel fair to the others. The playlist spanned genres, realistically, but since the qualities I was hunting for were so vague, that's unsurprising. Here's the link (https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLWGgbQUduaUnN2fpfLEujcRobEGIsKbKu), and in case any of them get deleted or similar, here's a list: Bakermat - Teach Me, Armin Van Buuren - Shivers, M83 feat. Suzanne Sundfor - Oblivion, Tom Hangs feat. Shermanology - Blessed, Disclosure - You & Me (Flume Remix), Flume & Chet Faker - Drop The Game, Calvin Harris feat. Florence Welch - Sweet Nothing, Avicii feat. Audra Mae - Addicted To You, Avicii feat. Audra Mae - Addicted To You (Avicii Remix), CVRCHES - Do I Wanna Know? (cover of Arctic Monkey's track from Like A Version), Miike Snow - Silvia, Galleaux - Tether Me, Claire Guerreso - Ashes. I didn't think to add them at the time, but In This Life and In My Heart by Moby also go there (as does much of Moby's music, come to think of it), and I'll probably continue to add to it. I take music *very* seriously. There was some Goal Shifting, and he noted that it was the classical *elements* in the electronic tracks and vocals that contributed to the "soul" there. I kept my fangs sheathed, but pointed out we were talking about overall genres, not elements, and added him to the Music Group instead.

I was very very very frustrated that my Skywalker wasn't working for me, but thought I could help it along by adding a few drinks. It did, for a bit, but somewhere in the back of my head, I knew I was going to get drunk. And I felt Depression stalking me under the waves. Tim came over with Pupple a little after 6, we ordered from one of the delivery services - they had a $10 off coupon for first timers, so it actually ended up being slightly cheaper than getting it directly. It's a stupid thing, but I always try to tip in cash. I've heard of companies taking part of the tip when it's done via credit card, and of course when it's cash, the it's not noted for the IRS. Tim was absolutely *determined* to have a good time, forgave me for drinking, and spoke rationally about saving my life last year (he insists he just opened the door for me to save myself), and noted that my intended new religion sounds a lot like Buddhism. He's certainly endured worse from me, but on the celebration of his birthday.... After dinner, I decided to re-watch Boys In The Band (yet again), and apparently had never seen it before. I took that as my opportunity to post about it on FB. I meant to post about their lip sync to Heat Wave, but...booze. I did, at least, give somewhat realistic analysis on who I identify with, rather than just Mary Sue-ing myself as Harold.

I got the news that my mouse mask had arrived, and it's cute. Not perfect, but cute. I also got the notification that Steve gave permission for me to steal his mental health check-in post. Not that I needed it, but it was a good reminder. Since Mandy and Colleen asked for pics of the new mask, I went ahead and combined the two. Naturally, I spent some time clucking at myself for sending a mixed message - mental health check on the one hand, new mask on the other. That went away, mostly, after a few responses started coming in. Folks commented appreciating the mask, but many more commented or messaged me with actual need for life help. I think I gave thoughtful answers, when possible, without oversharing. That, of course, is a relative statement for someone who already has no secrets.

Potmatess was still out of Alpine's Northern Lights, and I refuse to buy more weed until they're having a sale again. I know. I finished my previous preroll, smoked another, took edibles...I was on a mission. Eventually, I resorted to smoking carts that had tiny bits left. I was finally grateful for the Kingpen's lasting so long.

While doing my usual swap between Lucifer and music, Justin commented "My Queen!" as a reply to my note that I voted. For some reason, I couldn't think of the word "abdicate," and when I did, it seemed wrong. I decided it wasn't that important to let him know about my drama getting my ballot in, but thought his comment might be an invitation to communicate. Even though he'd Seen but not replied to my research on Name Changing, I messaged him again, just checking in. He was short with me, and didn't reply after giving a single response.

I torched a few trolls. One of my Libertarian Trump supporting friends had previously tried to condescend to me, and to "sealion" or whatever the kids are calling it these days. I am as patient as I am vicious, so of course his plan was unsuccessful. He's getting increasingly frustrated with me, and goes from rational discussion to flame war increasingly quickly. As funny as that is, I actually find it a bit frustrating. I don't just want to win, I want to dominate, and watch them burn. I know.

Dove into work in the morning, but I didn't have much, so I borrowed from others. I didn't think they'd mind. Our server has been impossibly slow all week, and even without weed, everything feels......slow. I cooked up some tofu I'd taken out for Julian's visit. I'm at sort of a perfect nexus, because even my nonproduce foods are nearing their expiration date, but I've also figured out that if I can just avoid spending more (say, grocery shopping) before I pay my credit card next week, I'll come out ahead. To say nothing of when my HSA finally fucking pays on the claim they've been stalling on.

Colleen Liked the song I posted, but that little voice is back, telling me she doesn't really like it, was just doing it to win points. A new member commented on it, and posted a song of their own by San Ilya. I didn't care for it, but I'm grateful enough for the post that I will go through their entire fucking catalogue to find one I do, and thank them for it.

In the afternoon, I watched some Lucifer, then went hunting for a Mazikeen shirt. I didn't find one, but I did find a Reddit devoted to Lucifer, and it got me thinking about Sandman again. Yes, two paragraphs after talking about saving money, I considered spending nearly $200 on the complete collection. And considered ordering Mongolian stir-fry sauce online, since Ralph's only carries Mongolian BBQ. I also stole more claims, and then found one where the AOB had been caught in the spam filter. I always check it in case there's anything important, but clearly I'm not everyone. I sent an email to the other paralegals about it, noting also that I've been receiving mail that was filed days ago, and then spent the next 30 minutes terrified I was going to get in trouble for doing other's work.

Jae had messaged me earlier, but I didn't check it, and they messaged me again, asking me to please register, and noting there was a stipend for those who need it. It's a conference or similar by DecrimCA for sex workers. I registered for both days, but declined the stipend. I have a day job that pays my bills, for all that I'm still haunted by Depression Era Syndrome, that money should go to those who really need it. Jae also asked for help, as they're trying to set up a Sex Worker's Outreach Project in San Diego. I haven't forgotten that Jae was going to take over SWORN, then flaked and just ignored all messages. And I never will. I was willing to help though, as this is larger than my grudges, but all Jae said was they need help organizing. I asked them to be more specific, and....poof. No response.

Julian's dad left, and I guess he had to get up early, then couldn't fall asleep. Lorde knows I've got plenty of Seroquel if he wanted it, but he was grumpy and short with me, and declined.

I texted Tim after, to ask how his session with Candace went. It went well, and she said he should give me more credit. I was tipsy enough to fight that, but that knee-jerk reaction of disgust is obviously something I should probably deal with.

I also saw a post from Justin, labeled Justice, and messaged him about it. He wants to change his name. Apparently that was his original name, and since it's more gender neutral, he's going to swap to it. I didn't ask again about his gender identity - if there's news, it's his to share. I know it's a fairly simple process in CA to change your name, and offered to look into how to do it in Texas, but he's still registered here, so going to do it when he comes back to visit. Works for me.

Julian let me know that he finally told his mom about the visit. I was starting to worry he would just like...text her from the plane or something. I also got back to Jacob's friend. Within 5 texts, he sent me a dick pic, and when I sent him my porn info, said he didn't want to date a porn actor. Poor, happily single Squeak.

I cleaned more on my break - mostly just kitchen and y'know... Myself. I still need a haircut, I'm just not looking forward to struggling with my clippers. Started drinking after work, and ended up educating a few trolls. Someone made a comment that since covid hasn't affected him or his family, he doesn't care what happens to everyone else. I stayed polite and respectful, but it really does not take much provocation for my fangs to come out. The OP on one of the posts asked us to stop, tagging me in particular, so I did. But then they kept coming, and one of them even tried to come for my mice. I'm not really sure there was anything left of him by the time OP deleted the post.

Julian had texted me around midnight, but didn't respond after I woke up. Much better day. I got all of yesterday's mail entered (just in time for today's batch to arrive), joined in the meeting, though I was distracted for most of it. For all that I'm anxious AF about my house of cards coming tumbling down, I also keep retreating to the knowledge that I actually do *a lot* of work here. In sort of a pleasant flip, that same mistrust of surface expression got me to thinking whether she occasionally drops in comments about that as a boost. Zipped over to the store on my lunch break, as I was out of Crystal Light and protein powder. There was a line for TJ's, so I just picked it all up at Ralph's.

I did have a brief scare in the morning - I went to check on the kids, and could have *sworn* I saw one of the girls in with Houdini. There is a crack in one of the corners they I guess might have been able to squeeze through. Being me, of course, I figured any damage was already done, and didn't want to disturb them, so didn't put her back upstairs. I started thinking about being a grandparent, the number of additional cages I'll need, etc....then a little while later, I moved Houdini's cage to the coffee table, and he was alone. I haven't started a new drug yet, could you wait a bit, Brain?

I managed to clean some, finally vacuuming both my room and the living room. Just at the end of work, a nice young lady called me because I signed a petition to get Costco to stop selling meat from factory farms. It's likely not to do anything, but you may not have the stage, but you still have a voice. I thought for sure she was calling for money, but the current Thing is just trying to put economic pressure on Cargill, the meat seller, to fight deforestation like they said they would. They wanted me to write a comment on Costco's page, and when I checked with her, she started gushing about what a great writer I am. I'll certainly take it.

In scrolling FB, I saw my mom post a meme with Bill Clinton, claiming he's a pedophile. Naturally, a quick search verified the meme is lying, and I shared it with her. I'm nervous about venom dripping out, but so far I've avoided any personal comments, just posted citations.
I rehydrated some soy curls in the fridge, but didn't find myself hungry in the evening at all. I had a few pretzels and a protein shake. I do this a lot, this sort of hovering around the edges of obsession. And I tell myself every time that I'm not going to fall in, and then... Scottie messaged me, as their pup had fallen ill again. He didn't ask for money, but I'm here. I had a couple glasses of wine and watched some Community next to Lady Miss Friday, and it was med time before I knew it.

I actually thought it was the weekend when I woke up. I did manage to get to work on time, but my remote connection did a weird thing where just the desktop was remote connected. All the shortcuts at the bottom still went to my home computer, etc. I managed to find a workaround so I could do eservice, but couldn't actually upload anything. Restarting my computer fixed it, eventually.

I had an order confirmation from a shirt place....apparently squeaked Squeak screencapped the video and made a shirt after all. I hope it comes out okay, but...I've spent more on less either way. I got a notification a few days ago that Alanis released a new single, "Reckoning," and it's okay...but then Youtube suggested another single, "Reasons I Drink," and I fell in love. Chris, who I only ever knew by his FB name "Tiffany Haddish," messaged me on Instagram. He had an Adderall addiction, but has since gotten clean. We talked about addiction and about music - he associates Fiona with me, the same way Richard associates Kelly with me. I'm delighted. He's also a fan of Nikka Costa, and shared an artist called Jay Som with me. She's *very* 90's, and I'm gonna listen to more of her stuff....as soon as I'm done listening Reasons I Drink. Just a few minutes, I'm sure. At one point, he asked me if I felt like my addiction had to happen. I said for a long time that I was an addict looking for a substance, so...yeah, kinda.

I got an email from some foreign pharmacy, but I couldn't find anything that looked fun to do. I might buy Wellbutrin from them, though, since my doc stopped my prescription.

Julian had messaged me. He fucked a guy in his back yard, and apparently the nerves in his eyes are dying, and he'll be blind in 5 years. Genes, and there's nothing to be done about it. Jacob also messaged me, but after talking more, he's not going to come out. I hadn't realized 1) that he grew long hair and 2) he looks sort of like Julian. And Nicholas messaged me again, wanting to hook up. I was honest with him about being embarrassed about the state of my room. And I messaged Kenneth to hire him to organize it. He agreed to do it for $100, which is cheaper than I was expecting, but I have no idea how much it should cost. He's gonna come over tomorrow after work. Sebastian also messaged me, since he'd come on over my first Guybone scene (literally). I was very honest with him about my anxiety over shooting it, since Stephen is in such great shape. I also invited him to the Music Group, though he declined, and we got to talking about RPGs. He feel the same way I do about Rose from Legend of Dragoon, and also wants Meru's outfit. It brought to mind the Necrophim from Nightbane again, and I do still hope to write a story incorporating that philosophy.

I meant to download more porn and beat off, but since I was already listening to Reasons I Drink..I drank instead. Got snarky AF with a couple Trumpets, and fools supporting the gestapo. I also downloaded some new games. Apparently some company made a game based on Dragon Heroes, but not a shmup, just a more advanced version of the Arena. Mostly just made me miss the original, tbh. I did manage to find a fantasy shmup, though, and I played that a lot. Squeaked Squeak wanted to share the new Alanis song with *everyone,* and of course I started with FHA. I hadn't realized he had a quote from Fiona's "On The Bound" on his profile. Wonderful.

For having gone to bed so late, I had none of the iron-exhaustion from last night. Ashley texted me - apparently somehow the shirt I ordered for her a week after the main order got there first, but her shirt also started losing its image. I gave her TeeFury's email, but let her know I'd just buy her another one if they won't replace it. The Appointment signal from Outlook reminded me to put on a shirt in time for the weekly meeting, and it was lovely, in spite of Lady Miss Friday's absence. Kathy commented about how we'll be splitting up Lindsay's work after she leaves, and complimented me in the process. Someone brought up the Anti-maskers, their aversion to facts, and the exhaustion that comes from trying to explain very simple things to them. Always the giver, I requested they tap me in if they get tired. Apparently Lynelle can be just as condescending as me, which I might even believe. She's an impressive woman. Funnily enough, I kept minimizing the Meeting window to educate some poor fool online, posting a fucking Youtube video as "proof" that Dr. Fauci lied. I explained what Dr. Fauci had *actually* said, and he ran away.

The eservice was late enough that we had to split up Lindsay's work, and I was very happy I've been so caught up on my claims. Another friend got into a tiff with his dad, in response to his dad's making some tangential comment about the "fascist left-wing." I very politely chewed him up and spit him out, and my investigation re: riots and political violence came in very handy. Or at least, it would have if his response hadn't been "nu-unh." I guess that's the logical conclusion of the combination hyperpartisanship and anti-intellectualism. Perhaps in support of this, he had several people jump in....but just to shout "Merica, Fuck yeah!", not to provide any sources or citations. My mom keeps posting Right Wing nonsense, but a) it's rapid fire. I wouldn't have the time to address all of them. And b) even with my fangs put away, it would feel...hostile.

It turns out Megan is also a fan of that TikTok video with people using catphones to lip sync to Sandra Oh from Princess Diaries, and in the discussion, she coined the phrase "Lazy Miss Friday," and Tim mentioned he'd seen foie gras eat less. Hilarious, but...heavy. I watched some Community and drank in the evening, but I kept thinking about music, so I eventually paused it and went to listen in my room. Lady Miss Friday was initially upset with me being on the computer, but calmed down once I put a shirt I put out for her. It's....still an uncomfortable idea that anyone could like me without me giving something to them. I sent Richard a message, thanking him more directly for telling me she likes sleeping on my shirts. It was a little weird at first, because he didn't remember doing that, which says something about relative gravity...that TV has already said for many years. But he also asked if I'd done more porn, and it led to me admitting my sex was largely compulsive, dissociative, and most of my validation.

Woke before my alarm, and had a very productive start to the day. I took care of all my claims to be tagged, NOAs to be worked up, and managed to avoid the temptation to drink coffee. Julian had texted me Vogue and What You Waiting For around midnight (my time), then texted me and some 479 number I didn't recognize, then texted me again around 9, to say he *loves this show.* I figured he was still on Pose, and during the conversation, I mentioned that I'd fucked up my esophagus from vomiting so much. I'm owning having been bulimic, as I might have mentioned before, because I only resisted because I wasn't "bulimic enough." But his response to my admitting (again) both drug addiction and bulimia was first to ask if I'd fucked up my esophagus from...someone fucking me too hard, and then to ask (again) if I was still using. I didn't mention the small amount of leftover G I found, because I haven't used it.

My endoscopy was the same crew that did it last time, except the anesthesiologist was *gorgeous!*....Probably, under his mask. It was over fairly quickly, and I woke up fine, but while I kept my fangs hidden, I was not shy about my thoughts on the policy that patients *have* to wait for a wheelchair ride downstairs. Really, I could have driven, no problem. Tim stopped for Starbucks on the way back, and I held on to my gratitude to him for giving me a ride today....and even though FHA has said we're even, I still feel like I need to pay him back for everything with my addiction.

After work, I discovered that FB Jail flags last a year, so my Jailing was only a couple days this time, and next June it will reset. AWESOME. I vaguely recall posting Kelly Clarkson (Run Run Run) vs Deniz Koyu vs Don Palm mashup by Craig Vanity for someone yesterday, but damned if I can recall.

Kathy messaged me later in the evening to tell me that The Last Unicorn book and movie had shown up in "my" inbox, but she hadn't gotten around to reading or viewing either. I fucking love my co-workers so goddamn much.

You're not supposed to drink for 24 hrs after sedation, but....well, you know me. I also happened on a Friend's post about his step-mum following him on Insta. I'm an open book, so I shared at least a tiny bit of my migration there, but he didn't respond. As I've learned and demonstrated, you can't help someone more than they're willing to be helped.

I beat off some in the evening, but didn't cum or get any of it on video.