Posted inDearly Deported Family Work
Dragging.
Birthdays, routine, isolation, and fun in the pharmacy. And for the last time, THERE'S NO FUCKING MASKS.
Posted inArtsy Fartsy Dearly Deported
Must be Monday
I'm sitting in the dark, drinking my coffee, dreading my shift, and Chaucer just threw up in the Pink Room. It must be Monday.
Posted inLife in General
A Day of Rest
I'm resting, damn it. That pile of clothes is mine, the other stuff is getting put out, and who wants a quilt with chickens, because I've got two.
