Breakfast

Breakfast, once again from the Instant Pot, was beef congee. It was so damn good I had trouble maintaining muscle tone while I was eating it.

OH GOSH I’m still writing Destiel fic and I’m going straight to hell but I got like 150 likes in way less than 24 hours for the last one and I should probably shut up at this point.

Katie phoned me in tears. Alex is fine. One day she will tell herself a story that her babydaddy is not in. They are all stories.

Back to work. A lovely quiet shift, nothing nasty or jarring….

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Allegra

Born 1958. Not dead yet.

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