deportation

Good morning, my friends. It’s another sunny morning at Chez Chicky. The cats allowed me to sleep until about 6am, giving me a whole five hours of sleep. Sleep itself was miserably warm, and I slept on top of the covers. Today is supposed to be another hot one. I made it through a very…

Listen. It will be hot, I’ll do a fucking workout, I’ll buy some food, and I’ll spend the afternoon painting miniatures and start drinking Four Loco at sundown. THAT’S how I spend a Saturday.

She’ll be fine, he’ll be fine, I’ll be fine, etc. We just keep telling ourselves that.