Work

I’m trying to fit in some fitness, but it’s not working. I’m trying to stay calm, but that’s not working either. The only thing I can do is get more coffee.

Maybe it’ll be good, maybe it’ll be bad, but either way, it’ll be a better day for me than for the dead grandmother.

Two cats, some catnip, the possibility of some baked goods, and a shitload of buttercream.