Brains vs. friends

My brain has been acting up on me, and last night was not the greatest of nights. (I was, in fact, reminded of 1999.)

Then I went off to dinner with Purple, who gently observed that I seemed to be about half-speed, then held my hand while we complained about politics. He had a touching level of faith in the unwillingness of Indiana parents to not ask for their children to be tortured in the name of Getting Straight. And I provided some thoughts on the torture facilities euphemistically known as "wilderness survival camps" and their ilk.

And I got back home, and found that my sweetie's dating site profiles very cheerfully mention a primary partner. Me. I am touched beyond belief.

So a mixed bag, but getting better.

💙💙💙

My tweets

• Mon, 15:08: RT @ClintFalin: Remember to bring your twinks inside as the temperature drops. https://t.co/Ijf2xKEZxZ
• Mon, 20:30: "You need to think outside the stocking!" #outofcontexttheatre
• Tue, 00:40: RT @AlsBoy: now the holiday season, with the ceremonial placing of the tiny santa hat on this owl, can officially begin https://t.co/c3fQVe…
• Tue, 00:51: Purple expressed surprise that my clean clothes are not perpetually in hampers. "No, I hang them. Even the t-shirts. Not the stockings tho."
• Tue, 00:54: RT @rahaeli: How does this eight pound cat take the whole bottom half of the bed like this https://t.co/N24UUmhTPN