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It’s not that it’s strong coffee, it’s just that it’s not the weak ass shit you’re used to.

Happy Saturday, world. From the looks of things, there’s a beautiful morning out there. I slept most of the way through the night, interrupted only once when Mal launched himself onto the stop of my tall dresser. I didn’t need to get out of bed to rescue him. Not bad. We ran all over town…

Look. I painted it, and I just want to show it off.