Hello, world. It’s been a morning already. Podrick woke me around 5am, and was fine for about an hour. Since then, he hasn’t stopped. He was chasing on the bed- all over the bed and its occupants. I tried to keep him from waking Shawshank, tried to keep him on the floor, but eventually knew someone1 was going to start screaming if I didn’t get him off the bed to stop the insanity. I got up, angrily slammed a handful of kibble into his bowl, and hoped he’d just staaaahp. But Pod didn’t stop. Instead, he kept running around, trying to destroy everything he came in contact with. My ability to regular my indoor voice was quickly reaching a breaking point, and unable to deal, I woke Shawshank up 30 minutes early.
Yesterday was another day. Shawshank worked, and I was home. I chatted with someone on Reddit and answered some questions about smutty-business, and bleached my hair. I considered changing clothes to be an accomplishment. After about 10 attempts at actually getting a good run going, I beat a red stake game of “Balatro“, finally managing to have a good run on the Anaglyph deck.2 I decided to take a break, ate lunch, and tried to play Just Dance for a bit. I made it through 3 songs, decided I was too warm for that sort of thing, and switched over to Skyrim. Still refusing to do much with the main quest, I’m travelling across the land, taming wild horses.
I need to make some smut today. Someone drug the cat(s).
