Morning, y’all. I think it’s Thursday. I don’t know anymore. I don’t care anymore. Either Chaucer or Brian woke me up around 5am, and sleep never really came back.
I did fuckall yesterday. I put on some clothes and some makeup, then sat in my chair all day.
After dinner, I went out and spun poi for about 25 minutes. I shot my load in the first two songs, spun too fast too soon, and never really got my groove. Additionally, I was having trouble relaxing a little out there after my experience with the slug on Tuesday night.
Oh, I haven’t mentioned the slug?
Yeah. Not my best night.
Today, I’m hoping to get up and assume a human form. I want to go out to Walmart and get an oil change. I’ll have them replace the wipers (dried out and dead because Florida) and battery (dying because I never go anywhere) at the same time.
I guess that means I should actually move out of this chair.
