It’s Sunday, it’s chilly, it’s gray, it’s TinyTown. I woke up a couple of times, resetting whatever sleepy talk down (there were three) was playing in my earbuds each time. I tried to have a good shift, but I didn’t. It was terrible. I don’t know what the actual fuck is happening, but it was…
Good morning, world. I’ve given up on the days of the week. We went shopping on the “wrong” days, and now my brain says we have no mental calendar until something resets things back to normal. I had another brutally dead shift on :cb: again last night. It’s been so fucking slow. Everyone’s been complaining…
Good morning, y’all. We’ve finally reached Friday. I’ve been awake for a bit; I’d blame Podrick, but he was slightly less problematic than he could have been. He snuggled before he started misbehaving. We’re still working on ignoring him when he wants to cause chaos in the mornings. I tried to avoid giving him too…