I finally got another day off. I think all I did was eat.
No, I got a haircut, smoked a cigar, and ate. H got a
little friendly, almost got out of hand, but all is well.
I need chiropractic care, I think. I've ditched them for a
few weeks. I'm going to try and go back on Thursday. I
have another day off. Miss M has emailed me a few times,
but just spills more manipulative bile that I've done very
well to ignore. I think I'm ok with the fact that I'm the
hell out of that one. I don't have what it takes to deal
with that many neuroses. She's a fuckin' nut.