the crows have landed

Good morning, world. It’s the official start of CRONCHY LEAF SEASON. One of the trees across the street started turning yellow last week. In my opinion, it’s wonderful sleeping weather. I’m comfy. Podrick began the hourly snuggling around 4:30am, allowing for dozing in between.
As planned, I was a sloth yesterday. A lazy fucking sloth. Shawshank left for work before I was out of bed. I went on TikTok and did my makeup, fucked around for a while, then spent the rest of the afternoon on the PS2. I finished Act 1 of my game, and I’m currently locked in a battle between my carry limit and my need to pick up every single item that drops. I’m enjoying the game, and I like the item upgrade system. On the other hand, I hate the fact the game seems to force you into heavier armor regardless of your toon’s class. I don’t want to waste points dumping them into armor skills. At the same time, I hate spending gold to upgrade my little monk’s leather armors, because that gold could buy potions if needed.
Shawshank came home in the afternoon, after a quick stop to Shady Acres for some boxes his mother had packed to move. He laid down the law the other day: she can pack shit, but we’ll move it. This works out beautifully for everyone. She can pack things the way she wants, and we don’t need to worry about her walking it out to the vehicle, or the subsequent walking shit into the new place.
Shawshank is working mid-shifts for the next couple of days. I’m going to set up, do some makeup, and try to make it through a couple of hours worth of Bean Streaming.
unbothered era ]
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drained ]