Hello, and welcome to my dumpster fire. It’s Sunday, sunny, and I’m awake, and that’s about the best I can do for you. Chaucer is yowling in the kitchen for some reason. I can’t see him, so I can’t determine what the yowls are about. They might be lonely songs; however, they could also be some rare trash talking and he’s trying to instigate a chase with KnickKnack.
We had a boring day, consisting of weekly shopping. Or in my case, makeup shopping. I need to buy something to carry the makeup. Currently, all of what I regularly use is crammed into a small travel bag. I could probably make do with buying two more of the existing bags, but I could also buy one big bag for the same price. I’ve managed to find one, added it to my cart, but haven’t bought it just yet.
Later, we went to Home Depot and another Walmart. I was about two hours into “playing” Dragon’s Dogma: Dark Arisen – that is to say, running around avoiding trying to kill the dragon and finish that quest line – when boredom got the best of Brian and he said he wanted to go back out. Me, being like a fucking dog, am always willing to get in the car and go anywhere to get out of the house. We all got back in the truck and went for a drive. Brian bought some stone for the front garden and some juice. I almost bought more makeup, but thought I could find it cheaper on Amazon (I could, but not in the right shade).
I managed to fit in about 30 minutes of spin time into the evening. Things were ok for the most part. I wasn’t feeling the music, and thus couldn’t get into the flow as much as I would have liked. Sometimes things click, sometimes they don’t.
I’m not certain what today’s plans are. I know there’s some rocks to put out, and there’s more Dragon’s Dogma: Dark Arisen to be played. Since we dined at the Compound two days ago, there’s a chance we’ll stay home today, but it really can go either way. Unlike Shawshank‘s plans for the day, my only real task for today is clearing off one of the cat crates for Chaucer’s trip to the vet tomorrow morning.
Since the morning news program is finished, Mom went out for a smoke. Brian stole the remote and has commenced flipping through the same seven channels. I think that’s my sign to go back into my room for a bit.
I have a plastic $5 bill that the channel surfing falls on HGTV