Good morning, world. It’s a muthafuckin’ Sunday. I’ve been up since 4am. Podrick curled up with me for a cuddle before running off. He started causing trouble, so I locked him out of the bedroom. With the barricade in place, I returned to a guided meditation that brought me to a moonlit meadow. I slept…
Good morning, world. We’ve reached the promised land: the weekend. This isn’t a real weekend. Shawshank is working both days, with a morning shift today and all day tomorrow. I felt/heard him get out of bed this morning and dozed for a while. Podrick eventually grew bored with the novelty of having someone awake and…
Good morning, world. You up? We up. Podrick was an asshole this morning. He started off un-assaholic, curling up for big snuggles and cuddles against me. Once his cuddle-drive was satisfied, he was off to cause problems, namely eating cords to my things. Rather than continuing to fight – every time I have to move…