Good morning, starshine. Happy Thursday. The sun is out, the skies are clear, and the Queen is actively dying. If she’s not dying, then I think she’s probably in her regenerative stage: sleeping until she breaks through her golden chrysalis and re-emerges as TITAN REGINA.
Chaucer is stalking Knickknack and being an asshole again. I’ve had to yell at him several times already. I don’t know why he’s like this.
Brian is still home. I’ve been busting his ass nonstop. He’s going back to the ER because his foot shit’s not improving. Mom‘s not going with him; he can drive himself, and she doesn’t want to sit in the waiting area alone for a couple of hours.
Me? Nothing. I’m a lump.
