Good morning, y’all. It’s my birthday. I’m huddled in a floor-length hoodie that Shawshank gave me before the coffee finished brewing. I’ve been up; it was a warm morning in bed, sandwiched between Chaucer and Shawshank. We had a nice, lazy Tuesday. Shawshank made me a birthday cake and played :p5r: for the afternoon, while…
Good morning, y’all. Happy Tuesday. This is my last day of being 47. I woke up some time aroung 5am. I tried to start another sleepy talk down, but I was just a bit too awake for it to work. Yesterday wasn’t too bad. I shot some smut, then played :dos2: until it was time…
Good morning, world. I think it’s Monday, I don’t know, nor do I care. My birthday is in two days, so I’m dealing with my own mortality. I was up earlyish, but mostly tried to relax rather than be angry about it. If I’m relaxed, Chaucer is relaxed, which means he’s not in the living…