JPEG GHOST

So, apparently late last night Alex woke to me laughing. Like, full blast, laughing like I'm a 7 year old boy watching an Adam Sandler movie for the first time. I apparently severely scared him by doing this. He poked me and the conversation went as such:

Alex: Are you okay?!
Cecil: -half asleep- What???? Don't worry about it.

Then I patted him reassuringly on the shoulder with my eyes still closed and immediately passed out again. I don't remember any of this, but I have a bad habit of doing this in my sleep. To the point that me and my friends have joked that I'm possessed at night. Off the top of my head I have:

-Sat up and stared at Alex with my eyes closed
-Had conversations with people who aren't there
-Sat up, turned to a full length mirror, and started talking to it
-Sit up, say something cryptic, fall back down with a flop

ANYWAYS I'M POSSESSED.

In other news I got some anxiety meds from the doctor. He's hesitant to give me any diagnosis because of how suddenly this was onset, but I'm working with a therapist (I haven't had one in years!) so I'm not reliant on sedatives to survive. Hopefully I improve soon!

Uh oh sisters!!!

So yesterday, out of the blue, Alex's ex texted him. She has been out of his life for a while now after ripping and tearing up his self image for four years before he was with me. Once they broke up, she sporadically would text him or email him massive emails about how she has changed, how she is sorry and wants him back, which reads like a pure thirst trap to me. He's ignored her largely for the better part of our relationship, and when she was persistent he told her he was involved with a dude (me) so he wasn't interested, but she has CROSSED THE LINE.

While Alex and I were at my apartment, she showed up at his place to leave him a gift packet and a note about how much she misses him and thinks he must be doing horribly and must be so alone right now, like he doesn't have friends. Then included in the manila envelope package (?) was reusable beeswax paper (??), a ziploc of masks (???), and a book on shiba inus (expected, Alex has a shiba). I was expecting anthrax to be in the package, but artisan paper is just as foul a substance.

Regardless, she is showing that she obviously doesn't respect his boundaries by just appearing at his house unannounced to drop off random shit when he told her to leave him be. If she shows up again, while I'm around, I'm going to have to step outside and speak to her and explain that he is with me, and if she could fuck off it would do us all a great favor.

Did I mention she's doing this behavior while she is in her 30s?