[Current Mood | drained ]

If it ever hits the news that a hermit in the middle of nowhere went apeshit started screaming so much she was heard outside her bubble of nowhere, you’ll know it was me, and I finally lost it due to lack of sleep. Once again, Podrick started obsessively trying to get to the bedroom window screen around pre-5am, as soon as the barest glimmer of sunrise hit the house, then the crow army dropped in for a squawking. Every time I’d kick Podrick off the bed – sometimes literally – he’d go away for a few minutes, only to return and make a bee line right for the fucking window again. I feel like literally the only thing that would stop him would be sealing up the window with plywood like we’re prepping for a hurricane. I finally left the bed around 6am, started the coffee pot, and played “Roller Coaster Tycoon 3” on the couch.

And this fucking cat hasn’t stopped terrorizing the household yet.

We had a nice Monday where we did pretty much nothing but build amusement parks for the whole day. Shawshank put a load of clothes in the washer and made brunch. We tossed snacks outside for the crows. I felt like laying down after brunch, so I did the old person thing and laid down on the bed and tried to catnap. We capped off the night with medical dramas and WWE, and a bedtime discussion about whereabouts in TinyTown we would take a shit, if we had to make THE PHANTOM SHITTER the biggest news in town.

Today is shaping up to be very similar. Podrick has finally stopped being an asshole, for the time being at least. We’re going to check out the secondhand shop later this afternoon, and have burgers for dinner.