At Dottie’s, in the spare-room bed. Astonishingly Jeffey G slept in this bed a year ago. They tied one on together last NYE and he threw up. Just like when I first knew him.
I thought Dotsworth wanted to make margaritas, so I got some Jose Cuervo margarita mix and a 375 of Jose. I went through the latter pretty quickly on the 30th, so went out to Shirley’s to buy a bigger bottle. Checking my email the morning of the 31st, I see Dottie’s a purist, doesn’t want mixes. Tells me I can bring a lime. Or Prosecco. I get a bottle of Prosecco and we have it with caviar and toppings and Two Boots pizza on New Year’s Eve.
Waking up on the 31st, I see all that tequila did a number on me. Really wiped my memories clean.Had to check and see if I filed the Philby story (yes). To Dottie’s at 1. Mailed crazy card (Biltmore Estate) to Dr. Yockey before leaving home, I write that the Christmas Day 2025 was in error.
On the 30th, I noticed I was low on erythromycin, decided to check out that Petsmart at Broadway and 24th. They door-dashed me a box two weeks ago, but I don’t remember how that happened. They did indeed have it at Petsmart, WAY in the back. I had gym clothes in my backpack, thinking of going to TMPL, but instead I walk uptown and find a liquor store on Sixth near 30th. Where we find Jose. No gym for me. Then to the subway and home.
Put $400 into the Citi Cash card, and $100-something onto the Apple. Must pay something to JetBlue card. No interest for the balance transfer, so we can pay that in small stages. Funny to think if I’d had the balance transfer a few weeks back, I could have put Moki’s cremation on my Amazon Visa. Lots of points there.
Dottie happy I’m seeing a dentist Wednesday. I told her I can’t let them upsell me. It has to be bare basics.
Dottie watching The Master (2012) with Philip Seymour Hoffman on her Mac Mini this evening. I think the fake notifications are gone. I removed Bitdefender and gave her a tab for Gmail, which she has meant to use but forgot about. Instead she was using that nasty Mail program.
January 1, must call A.T. in the afternoon. Mass.
I have not slept in nearly 24 hours.
