"Mostly he wanted to forget that he had a body at all -- the better to overcome his various cravings. He was even occasionally trying to meditate as his therapist, psychiatrist and rehab counselor all continually urged him to do [on Xavier]...Xavior was going through withdrawal, but still, Aaron thought that if he was interested, he could have been a bit more forthcoming...Maybe in his sober period he needed to fuck more guys. It sounded a lot more fun than writing another book." Down Time, Andrew Martin. 

this is so dark and so funny in my own language about my own herd 🫣 professors and writers all losing their shit, going to rehab and/or wishing for dog-clear signalling etc

one fucking raindrop and some firecrackers = this nutcase tries to hide in the sump pump. so now he's in his straightjacket ("anxiety coat"). my familiar wears a straightjacket. that can't be good, metaphorically, right?