I fucked up again last night. I got too high whilst The Beautiful One had a spa night in the bathtub. I didn’t think I was getting that high. Just doing what I normally do. I was pretty wobbly when Crystal called me in to watch Dexter sing Cabaret. So I sat back on the couch, and didn’t touch my vape until about 5 or 10 minutes before I heard the fluently of the bathtub emptying. Then the world went just a little sideways.

I sat forward on the couch and didn’t feel too bad. Crystal came out of the bathroom in a towel, and I said “I think I’m a lot high right now”. She asked if I was going to bed, and I replied negative. But the time she was dressed, I said I was going to bed. I hate being this high, I just wanted to snuggle with Crystal on the couch, not lay by myself in bed and hope the world slows down. But usually when I’m that high, as soon as I lay down I don’t feel terrible. I forced myself to try and sleep.

I slept from I think around 9ish to 5ish when Podrick started to really be Podrick. I took a cap from him. But I did try twice to let him in, and each time he chose violence, so of course he got kicked out each time. I gave him a handful of food at 4 hoping that would quiet him down, and let him take a nap for something. Nope.

At 5, I just hoped that I could sleep until 6 and then I’d get up. But the Flat slid into happy silence as Podrick slithered to wherever he goes to recharge his MASSIVE fucking batteries that power him through the darkness like a chaos beacon.

I slept until 7:30. I have Pippin on my lap. She has a cold, and has been sneezing for the last two days. Podrick was actually locked out of the bedroom after we tried thrice to see if he’d coexist with Pippin who was snuggled in the nest on the bed. He couldn’t, so Pippin got to stay on the bed all night. Now she’s on my lap twisted into a tight cinnamon roll.

I’ll start the chores a little later. I have a kitten on my lap 🙂