Of Meat Sauce and Memories

14,369 Days Alive

It’s J and Charles’ ninth wedding anniversary , J’s *mumbles a number because you never tell a lady’s age* birthday, and Mac’s and my second anniversary of dating tomorrow.

I’m stuck on sad. My Papa B isn’t really talking to me. My bio donor is about as communicative as a Philly cheesesteak sandwich unless I reach out repeatedly. And I’m missing Daddy.

Im gonna go snuggle Mac and be sad.

Take your meds, folks.

Of Symptoms and Signs

14,355 Days Alive

1 Positive Covid Test

No fever, mild body aches, coughing, sinus congestion, higher than normal fatigue, and a positive Covid test has revealed what is wrong with me currently.

I am frustrated. I can’t snuggle with Mac lest I get him sick, and I don’t want to run the risk so I’ve been masked up for over 12 hours now.

Fuck being awake right now.

Take your meds, folks.

Of Worries and Windspeed

14,348 Days Alive

I’m praying for my loved ones in Florida right now. Hurricane Milton is kicking the state’s ass. Over 122 tornado warnings so far and it’s only just now coming onshore.

I pray all my friends and family make it through the storm all right.

Take your meds, folks.