Well last night! Was fuckin awesome-
For one, I think maybe that clicker training is going better than I thought it was. I just couldn't help but jump and meow when I heard it or even thought I heard it-
For two, I think I managed not to dig a hole too deep with the Big Scary Hypnotist friend, but I did get hit with splash damage of a few different kinds. The clickers, and the good kittys, and the good boys, and the noises that people made, and hhhhhhhhh-
Being the only one without the b-word felt like a humiliation and a victory all at once.
I think intoxication helps me with unmasking a lot? Which is both good and hard to translate over into being sober.
Fuck I called him elderly. And Eddie Murphy.
THE COLORED STAFF. Reality organized itself to his *will* what the *fuck*. I kind of called him the Weaver to Puppy and Princey but it made sense y'know?
All of my friends and also new friends make lovely noises and I was. So flustered about it (I still have yet to do anything about it I fear)
And the mage got me over text?? People are so very good at making reality like. Shape itself around them.
The short version is that I had an amazing time last night
