kvetching up

Entry 1    1:21 p.m. So, Jenny had me scrounging through her bag  a few moments ago, looking for something--a receipt--as she and her friends were trying to leave to go to Snoqualmie Falls. She is tripping balls on fentanyl, btw. I get a bag of hers and start pulling stuff out. I shake the bag and can still here something in it. I look inside, find a zipper, unzip the zipper and plunge my hand in to the depths. I put the contents on the ottoman: Sticks of gum, change, 💊💊💊 pills and: She told me explicitly in Sept of 2020, and with no reason to lie about such things, that she didn't use protection with el pinché. When she saw the condoms today she laughed, saying, "I can't remember where or why I got those." I responded, "I have an idea why you may have gotten those. Only one, though."

Monday.  We moved the desk out today to the living room from the office.  Leiney removed the rolltop's screws last night, so Jenny and I easily got the two pieces to the living room with the help of a hand truck. Soon after, around 9:30, Jenny left for her 10 am at the chiropractor in Ballard.  She texted me and said he was running 30 minutes late, likely a lie to buy time. Even so, a 1030 start would mean she was done by 11:30.  She got home at 1:18. She said she had had lunch at McDonalds. She left Eric out of the story, but I'm sure she saw him. Certain. Title from Cold Shot by Stevie Ray Vaughn .