I don't know if I would have known a few days ago when I had met Shitlord exactly, but my brain felt the need to wake me up at about two this morning with a very definite "today is the ten year anniversary of when you met him". So I spent much of the night lying awake being angry at my brain.
Otherwise the weirdness of the week involved dinner with my mother and her household, who had me over for dinner so she could show me where things were for housesitting her horrid little dogs. It is the first time I have had dinner with my mother that wasn't part of some larger gathering in over a decade.
In fact, I am fairly certain it is the only time since I moved out of home that my mother has invited me for a meal that she hasn't also invited other people to.
The weirdness that comes of being volunteered to live in her house and keep her hellbeasts fed and entertained.
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