Hello, world. It’s another morning. As is tradition, we’re on the couch, and the cats are in the windows, soaking up sunlight. Podrick opted to skip the suck+cuddle this morning and went right to the fan instead, so Shawshank put him in the hallway. I rolled around until I assumed a position that made me feel like I was under shrink wrap and went back to sleep.
Monday was nice. We drove out to Slightly BiggerTown when I had finished putting on my makeup. It looks like almost everything is struggling to finish growing. We’re looking at a later harvest, according to the locals Shawshank has talked to at work. There were a lot more hay bales out there this weekend, looking like langoliers mowing tracks across the fields.
We came home with groceries, weed, and lunch. The pharmacy in Slightly BiggerTown had all of their magnetic lash kits on clearance for about $5/each, so I snagged kits in three different sizes. Hell yeah, lemme be a fucking lash whore again. After we ate, I loaded up NieR:Automata and played for a couple of hours. Shawshank handled dinner, and we settled down for cheeseburgers just as wrestling came on.
He’s home today as well. It’s supposed to be a nice day. I’m not sure if I’ll assume a human form or not.
