13,503 Days Alive
Spock and I were tussling earlier and I guess he got overwhelmed or overstimulated because he gave me a bit of a nip.
I’m fine. He didn’t hurt me, it’s just not something he usually does.
I’m super stressed about how holding-pattern everything is right now. I am wheels up on the move in t-minus four weeks from today.
I spent hours gaming and chatting with Bianco this evening. I actually only super lost once; came in seventh of eight the next time playing TFT.
It’s almost midnight.
I should publish this and go the hell to bed.
Take your meds, folks.
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