I got to sleep in. I didn’t of course because I’m still on this weird routine of waking up every hour. I do so with surprising accuracy, often to the same minute of each hour. I am sleeping deeply when I do sleep.
I got to detox. That lasted only till 9:45am when I was too tired to do anything. I’m admitting my reliance on meth freely. It keeps me awake and somewhat productive.
It’s hard to gauge productivity when you don’t really have anything to do. It is however better to be awake and ready than asleep and useless.
I got to stay up late. I didn’t like it or use it to any advantage. I have to be quiet when he’s home.
I will go downstairs now and potentially try to be social. I can’t appear to be hiding or avoiding. This will either go well, or I’ll get a lecture. Since I chatted before bed yesterday at least I know he doesn’t have any angry emotions stored from earlier in the week.
I might get some redirection on feeding but that is meant to be helpful, not angry so the interaction will probably be fine.
I don’t think he’s discovered the body in the basement yet. (Giggle)