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Yes, that sounds hot and it has my hippy hippy shake causing an achy achy ache…
Hematology Dr. Aha! is the most asexual being I have ever met. This is not a problem but magnifies other interactional “quirks.” The revelation is in spite of massive amounts of iron pills I have absorbed none of it. Weird huh? So I have a couple of infusions to do in the next couple of weeks. No idea if it works until October. Turns out I’m not the “Fe” male I ought to be. I’m literally out of my “element.” In times when I’m certain that I have a real problem this “pun” ishable behavior starts. I’m a laugh riot at funerals which is why people I love get one more birthday party instead of a wake. I just can’t keep myself together if we have to be serious.
Hubbin reports I may have ordered not quite enough flooring for the Pup’s living room. I asked him repeatedly to check my figures. He blew me off so I ordered extra and crossed my fingers.
Woke up having another “Apartment 42” dream (there is no apartment 42 in any of the properties I used to manage) and later discovered through the local grapevine that somebody at Argle Bargle walked out into the street and shot themselves early this morning. I blocked tenants (not that I didn’t like some of them a lot) when I left that place just so I wouldn’t have to hear these stories but I guess some things you can’t totally avoid. I don’t know about being prescient. If I pick up on things it has never been in a useful way. It’s just odd that I dream of Apt#42 only when weird stuff is a foot back there. Usually, I dream about the airport which is just a nice little anxiety dream. It’s the one where people are trying to trick me into going back to work there and I keep telling them I can’t because I’m no longer one of the crew.

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