emptied
Good morning, world. I’m up, because Podrick wouldn’t let me sleep. He wanted me to snuggle him, and I did. Any time he came up on the bed, he lumbered up my chest for a cuddle. However, when he wasn’t on the bed with me, he was interested in only one thing: EMPTY ALL THE THINGS. He pulled everything out of my milk crate of streaming gear. One of my dresser drawers was open just enough for him to snag things out of there. He fucked with a tripod he found, he pulled all the plush chicken tendies out of my basket of “emotional support nuggets”. I did not need that sort of shit at 6am.
Shawshank and I spent yesterday doing stuff. I redid my landing page for all my smutty shit. I smoked a bunch and made the robot overlords write several paragraphs of bullshit that sounds like it’s straight out of LinkedIn. Shawshank handled laundry and played Tropico all afternoon. After dinner, we revived a Halloween tradition and watched the Rocky Horror Picture Show. It’s been a few years, because we only have it on an old DVD and haven’t had a DVD player in over a decade.
Today is fucking gray. Shawshank has the opening shift today, and won’t be home until around lunch time. Once he’s home, we’re heading out to Slightly BiggerTown for groceries.
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