I was blessed with two snuggling cats this morning. Podrick climbed into bed around 5am, and we had a grand old time. He was cuddled up under the quilt, nestled between me and Shawshank. All good things must come to an end, and when he started attacking the blinds, I had to lock him out of the bedroom. Not pleased with this development, Podrick knocked a bunch of shit off the shelf in the bathroom. I reset things while Pod ran around the living room, grabbed Pippin, and the two of us retreated back to the quiet of the bedroom. Once I was back under the quilt, Pippin quickly assumed the cinnamon roll position on my chest, purring.
We spent yesterday watching TV and doing very little. The most strenuous thing I did was make pancakes for dinner. Mostly, I fucked around on Reddit. I think someone on TikTok or YouTube has blown up touting the idea that selling worn panties is fast, easy money. The creator subreddits have had about 5 posts about it in the last 36 hours.
Shawshank cooked up some bacon, and we had breakfast for dinner. We watched the second night of Summer Slam, which wasn’t anywhere near as interesting as the first night. Around 9pm, I realized our anniversary is next weekend.
Since it’s a holiday, and Shawshank has the day off, we’re not doing shit. I plan to play some NieR:Automata today.
