Spots is an exhausted Dalmatian tonight.
Someone in my social circle had a near-overdose on drugs last night. That was, quite obviously, unpleasant. It appears this someone will be okay, but it is yet again a reminder of how fragile life is. I keep coming back to that, over and over, and it is making me uncomfortable!
I keep flip-flopping on whether I want to write a story that covers this sort of thing, and I was leaning more towards no, but now I’m back leaning towards yes. I want to cover the problem of drugs and addiction in a more nuanced way than is so typical in today’s media. And to reassure, since I am sure there are at least three animals reading this article wondering this right now: in the story in my head, no Dalmatian is on drugs. One is offered some, which is sort of the catalyst of the whole story and how it develops from there… no spoilers, so I won’t go into detail beyond that.
Also, I was out until after 2 AM last night trying to hit “quota” on Uber so I make it through this month. I did it, but it’s not a lot of fun being out that late. Additionally, and this is going to sound silly, but the last fare I did was like a block away from my flat. I hate that! It’s so much more relaxing to have a bit of a drive home. This was straight from ‘work’ to ‘home’ with no time to switch in my head. And that makes it harder to unwind and to fall asleep.
And now, just minutes to midnight London time (which I don’t live in yet, but is a useful tool as that is when I traditionally end my work shift at the Library), my workstation computer has had a hardware failure of some kind. And all the parts in there are expensive, so it almost doesn’t matter what happened. It’s going to be a while before I can fix it.
I’m certainly hoping the weekend will bring better tidings.