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perhaps overly-confessional
Wednesday, August 17 2016
The days since leaving the Adirondacks have been the only ones in my Hurley life where I've slept dogless in the bed. In the past, Julius (aka "Stripey") has avoided that bed, but in the absence of Gretchen and the dogs, he's been a hovering presence. At first he slept either beside me or on me, but lately he's been sleeping on a little bedside table just to my left. And now, after overcoming his pent-up fears about our housesitters, Oscar has started sleeping to my right. Stripey and Oscar had been mortal enemies until fairly recently, but now they almost tolerate each other. I haven't seem them fight in months, though Stripey does still growl at Oscar when he ventures too close. (Stripey's hatred of Oscar is mostly unrequited, though Oscar will defend himself if attacked.)
I took a 25 milligram dose of amphetamine salts this afternoon. They were the time-release kind, so of course I ground them up with a mortar and pestle. I mostly directed the resulting outpouring of focused energy at a documentation project for The Organization. There'd been a lot of confusion about what mailing lists people got signed up on when doing various things (or being imported in various ways). Later, of course, I started drinking booze, smoking pot, and having a long rambly (and perhaps overly-confessional) chat with Ca, the co-worker I connect with best. It continued well past the end of the workday.
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