It’s barely morning and Chaucer is already drinking everything in the water bowls. Sleeping really dehydrates a body, apparently. I woke up a bit before the alarm. Not too much before, but just enough. I laid there for a little while, trying to will myself back to sleep. When I finally gave up, it was only 15 minutes before the “normal” alarm.

We enjoyed a nice, lazy day of being sloths. I put makeup on and painted my nails, opting for a glittery blue this week. Shawshank made us a delicious brunch. He played No Man’s Sky (maybe beat it?) until we went to Shady Acres. I played Divinity when we came back home. I fought a fierce battle for 30 minutes, eventually winning, only to realize I’d lost one of my favorite companions in the process. I re-loaded the battle and planned accordingly for the next time. Later, I fucked a lizard princess, then the game killed off my party twice.

I guess I’ll go find something else to plunder.

Shawshank will be working the night shift tonight, so I’ll be flying solo for the night. I have some ideas for 🔥content🔥, and I can probably do one shoot today if I get my ass off the couch.