Good morning, people. It’s Monday, and it’s off to a ✨wonderful✨ start today with Sir Podrick the Hefty deciding he needed to be on my shelf this morning. He kicked off the festivities by wedging himself into a pile of genie pants, before moving on to knocking down a light, pulling at cords, and generally…
Good morning, world. We’re up, as usual. Podrick is AWAKE! I’ve been “officially” awake since around 6am. I had a warm night, and my pillows shifted to incorrect positioning. I’ll have to mess with things before bed tonight. Yesterday was a game day. I refused to sit and watch the endless news cycle of the…
O behold this gallimaufry of spray-tanned Caesars and bargain-bin Machiavels, this Trumpish brood of bellows-blown braggarts who mistake noise for nobility and tantrum for triumph. With mouths agape like tavern fools mid-burp, they cry “destiny” whilst tripping over their own falsehoods, clad in borrowed gravitas that fits them as poorly as a crown upon a…