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2026-02-24

At The Tail End of Winter

Here we are.

Nearing the end of a mild, dry, and anticlimactic winter, with a collective anticipation for a smog-filled civil war-themed summer. Forest fires, the public announcement of a wealthy class of .pdf files, and a dying empire gasping for its last few breaths.

An atrocious time to be alive, indeed.

But none of that matters. This is my world, baby. Those fuckers just happen to be in it.

Currently watching Three Body Problem

Alien species traveling towards Earth and expected to arrive in 400 years.

Scientist friends are all having weird experiences.

Based on book with the same title by Cixin Liu

Finished the first season. Might watch the second season when it comes out

I'm moving out on the 28th of this month. This month being February.

It was decided that while my partner finishes the renovations in the basement of my father's home (yes, I'm moving back, shuddup), I will be living with him.

Yes, I have a boyfriend again. The rat boy and I are back together. Not long after I ended things with the drunk dude, my ex, the rat emailed me to ask if I'd be open to grabbing a coffee with him. We met up at the same spot I broke up with the other dude. They must really love me at that coffee shop.

Apparently he was using blow all while we were together. At the time I had my suspicions but I was so checked out I couldn't make an effort to care.

He's in active recovery, working on his 12 steps. He developed a personal relationship with his creator. He's back to being the man I had first met, the man I had fallen in love with.

I did not think it possible to fall back in love with someone I had fallen out of love with but here we are...

I just want to be back in the basement surrounded by my plants and my books and, most importantly, my dog and cat.

I should mention... Rat boy took Chuck, the cat off my hands because I could no longer take it. I was so sleep deprived. He was making me crazy. Grabbing the bottom of any door I hadn't blocked off and shaking it with all his might while he stared at me with antipation... I would call out his name softly, "Chucky, baby, come to bed... ". He'd think about it or pretend to anyway and go right back to shaking the damn door. Every single night for almost six months.

I love him but I don't miss him.