Good morning, world. It’s a foggy morning out there. The cats are doing cat things. We spent yesterday on the couch. It was nice, and I didn’t feel like shit all day. What I started with “1883” on Sunday, we continued with “1923” yesterday. We made it through the first season – after a bit…
Good morning, world. I’m up and about. I want this sickness gone, I want to feel mostly normal again. I woke up yesterday morning with my batteries at about 63% and draining. Just before Shawshank went to work, I took two anti-nausea pills. They’re a pretty solid guarantee that I’ll be knocked out, and this…
Good afternoon, world. I’m feeling like dogshit. We went to bed last night, and I don’t remember much after that. I woke up in the morning, and received snuggles from my snotty ginger boy. I made a cup of coffee, then spent the next hour feeling like I was full of bees. Eventually, I forced…