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Dude’s elderly aunt just got scammed by those take-over-the-computer scammers. So he’s going to have to go fix that tonight.
He’s not helping me with *my* computer, mind, but. I guess there’s not much to do about mine. (As it was going on, I finally asked him, “what do I do?” and only then did he say, “well, not what you’re doing.” Fucking thanks, how long were you going to sit there and silently judge me?? Are we even friends? Jesus fuck.)
I won’t grouse, I suppose, that I’ve made dinner every night this week and this was supposed to be his turn. I’d already done all his prep, so. (Side rant someday about how he thinks he invented menu planning, which I did for us for a decade before I had my little breakdown.)
Whatever.
My self-care shit isn’t doing me much good today.
And I have the Anxieties about having posted a story where I’m always convinced I’ve fucked something up until someone comments on it, and nobody has, so it’s like, not going away. (People have left kudos, clearly it’s fine, jerkbrain! God, it’s porn, there’s nothing to say! … Jerkbrain doesn’t care.)
Ugh. Can I just… do… something else besides be here today???
Dude’s elderly aunt just got scammed by those take-over-the-computer scammers. So he’s going to have to go fix that tonight.
He’s not helping me with *my* computer, mind, but. I guess there’s not much to do about mine. (As it was going on, I finally asked him, “what do I do?” and only then did he say, “well, not what you’re doing.” Fucking thanks, how long were you going to sit there and silently judge me?? Are we even friends? Jesus fuck.)
I won’t grouse, I suppose, that I’ve made dinner every night this week and this was supposed to be his turn. I’d already done all his prep, so. (Side rant someday about how he thinks he invented menu planning, which I did for us for a decade before I had my little breakdown.)
Whatever.
My self-care shit isn’t doing me much good today.
And I have the Anxieties about having posted a story where I’m always convinced I’ve fucked something up until someone comments on it, and nobody has, so it’s like, not going away. (People have left kudos, clearly it’s fine, jerkbrain! God, it’s porn, there’s nothing to say! … Jerkbrain doesn’t care.)
Ugh. Can I just… do… something else besides be here today???
