Warhammer

Shawshank was picked up a little more than a week after my birthday. One of my birthday presents was a set of minis from Raging Heros. I put them together the first week I was alone, trying to keep occupied, then put them away. Last night, he asked if I’d ever finished them. I dug…

Get up, get dressed, do the stuff you don’t want to do so you’re too tired to do the stuff you want to do, then say “oh, maybe tomorrow!” But you and I both know know that won’t happen, right?

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.