EVERYTHING BLAZES

All bets are off tomorrow. Other than calling up the pharmacy for a latanoprost refill. Reason being that my apartment mate's car got totalled while parked, and she called me up in angry hysterics and had a meltdown. She's at a brother's house -- having called them from the city wreck lot after several hours of frustration, and her brother and sister-in-law came and picked her up. she'll stay there tonight. But tomorrow looks to be fraught.

The telephone rang at just the right time. So I didn't burn the food I had on the stove. And I'm glad she's physically okay. But she was very fond of that car, which she's had for three decades, and this has hit her hard. The car allowed her to escape Chinatown and a problematic family situation years ago.

She's an exceptional woman. Though she doesn't consider herself such.
She's also somewhere very far on the spectrum. So this has hit her in a way that most people probably cannot grasp, and I don't know if her brother and his wife have ever even experienced anything like it. Also, I'm not sure that I can deal with it in the right way either. And no, I do not want any of the normies to offer any help, because I'm damned sure that neurotypicals will not get it.

This coming week will be more educational than I would ever have wished for.

Effigies will probably need to be set fire to.

Daemons exercised.



More disturbing news tomorrow. Stay tuned.



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