Fuck this morning, world. Fuck it. It took me longer than usual to fall asleep last night. I’ve been up since 4:21am, and nothing could get me back to sleep. I gave up. I laid there, anxiously trying to spend that time between Shawshank‘s alarm and his departure in bed, because what the fuck else am I going to do? I’ve cleaned up three piles of fluids since I left the bedroom at 7.
Shawshank had yesterday off. It was brunch day, and chore day, rolled into one. He played some “No Man’s Sky”. I bought Christmas presents, had approximately 1.75 emotional breakdowns, and made a little bit of headway in my own game.
Shawshank‘s at work until this afternoon. We’re going to hit the secondhand shop in town one last time for Christmas things. Maybe I’ll nap.
