Oh joy, it’s FRIDAY. I’ve been up, unwillingly, dealing with the bullshit that comes with wanting to have luxuries like window screens. I’m on the couch, Shawshank is in bed, and Podrick is laying down, just pondering what he’ll do next to get me to stage-whisper-scream at him. I initially got out of bed because…
Good morning, world. It looks like we had some rain overnight, the roads and grass are wet. My crow army is in the area; Shawshank says there are about 8 chilling across the street, I can hear them cawwing. Podrick was better today, and let us sleep past 4am. Work was ok last night. The…
Good morning, world. We are not happy this morning. Pod started early and had us both up. At 3:34am, after an hour of him fucking around and knocking things about, I walked into the kitchen, grabbed a handful of cat food out of its canister, and dropped it in the bowl. With the hope that…