powdered bullshit

powdered bullshit

It's morning. It's been morning since 3:07am, when Chaucer started howling. This continued at regular intervals until he finally managed to find his way into the bedroom and onto the…
Snowy Friday morning

Snowy Friday morning

Happy Friday, y'all. The universe saw fit for Shawshank to sleep like the dead this morning. On the other hand, I was awake at least once in the middle of…