awake again

Yo, it’s morning again. Again. What the fuck is up with that?

Chaucer is on my foot, in a vaguely cat-shaped loaf. I feel him purring. He spent most of yesterday afternoon in my lap, curled up the same way.

I spent most of the morning working on my pile of pants. For the most part, I pinned shit together. I sewed in a waistband, and some ankle cuffs. Unfortunately, I was losing my ability to focus on tasks, so I cleaned my space up for the day. I smoked a bowl and enjoyed some spin time before Shawshank came home from work.

We ate some lunch, and I changed into sloth-y couch clothes. Chaucer climbed into my lap, I curled up into my own loaf, and Shawshank grabbed my pillow from the bed. I watched him play Tears of The Kingdom for a little while, and napped until dinnertime.

Once I was awake enough to handle sharp tools, Shawshank and I made dinner together(ish – there’s not enough space to work together-together). I made some roasted Brussels sprouts and Shawshank handled the sausages and potatoes. We feasted, showered, and settled in to watch Renfield. Then we watched a shitload of Robot Chicken on Youtube, and went to bed.

The washer has already been loaded, and the first load is running. I’m going to assume a human form, and we’ll go to Shady Acres this afternoon.