Life in General

Happy Monday, y’all. We’re all up. Pippin is sniffing one of my sandals, Chaucer is on Shawshank’s lap. I think my coffee is quiet quitting, it’s doing the bare minimum of its job description: hot, tastes like coffee. I spent yesterday doing nothing, as usual. Shawshank puttered, I played :sts: on my laptop and folded…

Morning, world. I’m up and now I’m doing morning things, like switching between 3+ Chrome tabs and not actually typing a post. Chaucer managed to snag the sweet spot on Shawshank’s lap; I don’t know where Pippin is hiding. I left the house yesterday. Shawshank picked me up after work and we drove out to…

I should be a human but I don’t want to anymore.