Here is is, boy dinner.
It was his second.
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Here is is, boy dinner.
It was his second.

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*The housemates are discussing meds and supplements. HM#1 has already given HM#2 a couple of bottles and suggests a pill caddy for the weeks worth (we're old and spicy, shut up)*
HM#2: Actually I think I already have one in the other house somewhere.
HM#1: *Casually shoveling beans into their mouth* Or, you could not have the one that belongs to your dying mother, and be reminded of the frailty of life every. Single. Morning. And instead have one given to you by your best friend.
HM#2...
HM#1: Your choice.
HM#3: ..woooww...
HM#2: ...Yeah, that sounds good!
My housemate doesn't really like their birthday. I think we did good.
Ok. But. That's not a fucking question is it?
Sometimes you find a name/label for something and it’s a comfort; a weight off your mind.
Othertimes you discover phrases like ‘Maladaptive Daydreaming’ and just start sweating

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I always start my day healthy and productive.
Then 2:30 hits and I want junkfood and sleep and copious amounts of alcohol.
I'm just going to keep telling myself I made the right decision.
And hope it's true.
I am unsober and posting unwisely. Cue personal-blog poetry twaddle.