Hello, world. I’m up. We’re all up. Pippin is on the pirate chest, tucked into her loaf form. Podrick is playing with a soda cap. Yesterday was ok. I didn’t want to do anything, so I didn’t do anything. I knew that once Shawshank came home he would want to play :rdr:, so I played…
Good morning, world. I woke up at some point and noticed the bed was empty. Shawshank had left for work; not only that, but I’d kicked the cats’ nest off the edge of the bed. I dozed until Podrick cleared a bookshelf, making a not insignificant amount of noise and quashing any thoughts of sleeping…
Good morning, everyone. It’s official, we’ve survived the holiday season. We crashed last night, and that was the end of the holidays. Our gifts will be here Monday. We’ll wrap them, unwrap them 20 minutes later, and then Christmas can fuck right off for another year. The first stop of the day was an early…