Ricky Schroder made it down that Australian cliff in incredible time back in 1982.
The coffee can’t work fast enough. Shawshank left for an early shift at work, locking the bedroom door so I didn’t need to deal with Podrick doing Podrick shit in the window. Instead, Podrick did Podrick shit outside the door, insisting he could thwart the lock system and get in. There’s nothing to do in the bedroom, I’d get five minutes of snuggles and he’d be gone, attacking the window shade or Pippin.
Our Friday was typical. Shawshank went to work in the afternoon, and I set up the bedroom. I made about $23 in the first hour and then sat around for a while. Typical. I spent the rest of the evening getting better at using Davinci. I’ve been spoiled with simple, easy editing on TikTok. Davinci makes me feel like I’m teaching my grandparents to program a VCR.
Once Shawshank comes home from work, we’re driving out to Slightly BiggerTown for some supplies. As soon as I’m finished watching “The Earthling” – a movie that’s been nothing but a fever dream to me since the early 80’s – I’ll put some clothes on and assume a human form.
nostalgic ]
grumpy ]
okay ]
unbothered era ]

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