Good morning, world. Happy Sunday, I think. It’s another gray one here, although not as bad yesterday. However, it’s morning. The day is early, and there’s always time for it to change. Could be better, could be worse.
I woke up to two paragraphs in a post that I must have jotted down just before I went to sleep. It was a both weird and amusing treat to find on the screen when I opened up Chrome this morning. Behold, the results of my overtired, high, melatonin-addled literary brain.
Two Sentence Horror Story
There’s a voice inside my head that regularly tells me to put the baby in the microwave.
The same voice tells me not to worry because I don’t have a baby, and at this point I don’t know what the truth is anymore.
We did the regular grocery shopping yesterday. Fortunately, we didn’t have a repeat of last weekend’s delay. There were less people than I expected. I had one thing on my list that wasn’t my regular lunch/snacks. I needed bug spray. What did I forget? Bug spray. What did I buy? Acid washed jeans.
I spent the rest of the day on Tiktok. I was able to edit a lot of clips.
One post on Instagram went insane (by personal standards), wracking up about 7900 views in only a couple of hours. Why is it Instagram, which I never use, where things blow up?* I don’t know. Either way, here’s a bonus clip.
I’m not sure what the plan for today is, because Brian has tomorrow off as well. He wants to go into Alabama and buy new work boots. We usually go to the Compound on Sundays, but I’m not sure what the plan is with the holiday weekend. I don’t know if we’re counting tomorrow as Sunday, or as an extra Sunday. Will we go today? Tomorrow? Both days?
God, I fucking hope not.
I kinda want only one weekend visit. Not even the allure of a baby dog is enough to make me want an extra visit.
I’ll charge the Switch and ignore everyone.
*Again, relative to my own experience with my own clips. I know 7k views is nothing.
7000 views is nothing to sneeze at!
I was going to say the same thing, you beat me to it
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