My days and thoughts are taken up with Lily's litterbox, Good Girls on eternal replay, Reddit and cats, books, and bugs. Brio on YouTube and Tumblr. Concierges and housekeeping and that parking lot and the hospital helicopter, being on the toilet, having chapped lips, and dealing with 15 men all named Adam and another 50 men whose names and titles and duties change by the second. Eichmann would be fucking proud. And then of course my triggers of being gaslit on the phonecalls. Just cuz I have learned what gaslighting means tha5 doesn't mean I like it. Motherfuckers.