I forced myself to stay up late last night. Bound and determined, I was going to sleep through the night, or at least past 6:30. I crawled into bed, smoked a bowl, and ate a piece of lemon cake while I watched an episode of Vikings.
And then I watched a second episode, because the first was a season finale that was a bit cliffhanger-y.
But, I slept past 6:30. Mal didn’t perform his regularly scheduled predawn litterbox dance, which I assume is the biggest factor in all this shit.
Mom‘s appointment was approved. Unfortunately, we got there, and they couldn’t actually do anything because she’s on an antibiotic. Whoops. That was an hour wasted. They rescheduled for 3 weeks later, which means 3 more weeks before she can have a couple of days of pain relief.
Brian needs clean jeans, so the plans for today are strictly laundry-based. Today is the third day of rain, and we’ve been holding off because we can’t hang clothes out. I believe we’re going to the Compound, because Brian’s parents have a dryer.
I’m so tired of fucking rain.
