Ha.
I picked up Hilarious [friend] to go to the city – dropped her at VisiblePantyline and met my gf at The Museum. She dragged me speedily upstairs into the wheelhouse of a tug for a cuddle. So I fucked her. Twice. Then we went to her shrink, made small talk for a few minutes and I went back to VP to meet H again and proceed to have an ok day.
Had to pick up Sting’s If on a Winter’s Night [barf!] [leave the novel alone!] for the old lady, a pair of flip-flops for Mbiza for Xmas from Patchy and blah blah blah stuff. Cool to hang out with someone who’s as shite at handling civilisation as I am anyway.
This is day I-dunno-what of me stopping meds … Seroquel, you understand, not being meds – sleeping pills are a breed apart. I’m keeping the whole fact quiet for now, if it goes horribly wrong, I’ll climb back on to Citalopram fast, plead the festering season as mitigating circs and nobody will be able to say they told me so …
I FINALLY found the makings of a gift for the gf too – I’ve been looking for fig 8’s – got one that you’re supposed to mosaic upon. I have no intentions of doing so, I think I’m going to paint it sky blue and then draw cartoon flying hearts on it. It’s our 8 month anniv and 8 has been a shorthand thingy for the infinity symbol for us for ages now.
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