I went to some dude's apartment after lunch (I met him before, I'm not going to get attached, we're good. Also my spicy af wings woke me up a little.), and he got a call, answered it on speaker, and who is it??? My/our therapist! He told her he's with Kamala Harris.. bit of a pause after that I feel like that whole thing violated HIPAA, but I don't think any of us cared (except T would but she won't know).

Now waiting for whenever my CM calls to meet up. She's always as early as 3 and as late as 4:30. Watch her show up as I'm sleeping in a Dunk's