Happy fucking Humpday. We survived the overnight storms. I was treated to a nice light show when I settled in for sleep: thunder and lightning and everything that comes along with that. For the first time in over a month, I didn’t sleep with headphones or earbuds.
Unfortunately, as nice as it was to sleep with the storm, Chaucer was a dick this morning. His bowl was empty. He was absolutely, positively starving. Near death, even, if you took his word for it. He spent an hour this morning walking all over me, the bed, and any flat(ish) surface, hunting down his favorite prey: crinkly plastic. The fucking cat managed to find every single bit of it that might be in the room. I caught him nibbling on the plastic that holds plastic screens, a pack of earbuds, a random bag of ribbons. He doesn’t eat it, he likes to crinkle it.
He likes to be an asshole.
That all it boils down to.
Compared to Monday, I did nothing at all yesterday. I actually sat around and did nothing. There was a little “gardening” with Terra 3 as planned. Instead of leaving it open for a more than the hour I did, I opted to wipe a bit of the moisture off the glass. I played more of Baldur’s Gate (I think I’ve almost finished Siege of Dragonspear) and read the internet. To be honest, I could have probably done more of something. I considered sketching. However, I really don’t want to amass a collection of half-made paintings – aka sketches tracings.
I don’t think we have any plans today. Since it’s Wednesday, Mom might be going to clean her friend’s house. If that’s the case, I think I’ll go to the smoke shop. I want to move today. The ground is squishy, so I won’t be outside playing or painting, but I don’t want to spent another day sitting around.
