[Current Mood | okay ]

[Listening To | hostile acts, oh no! ]

Mornin’, y’all. It’s Thursday and it’s sunny. Shawshank is on coffee and crow duty, keeping our mugs full and the birds fed. Podrick is watching for the crow army’s arrival. Pippin has been in the bedroom, enjoying the silence and a solo breakfast.

The last shift of our “week” went fine. I logged the heated mattress pad out of the closet and put it on the bean, then covered it all with the regular “bean blanket”. It wasn’t a bad shift, with a lot of freeloading regulars who talk enough for me to keep the room going. I took a break in the middle to make myself some lunch.

Broke Man #292901293:  do you like reading erotica?

“Yes”, I replied, using the same sweet voice I use all night. “I exclusively read erotic WWE fanfic.”

This man is in my room to goon nightly, y’all. Nightly. He is desperate for me to read his writings.

Today is the start of our weekend. We’re going to start moving Shawshank‘s mom into the new place today. We’ve lucked out, and all the crappy weather we’ve had this week has moved on. I’m going to have to wear real pants.