Hello, people, and welcome to yet another edition of the morning blogging bullshit. The cats are doing morning things and pretending like we’re food-dispensing furniture. We’re watching the morning news. King Charles announced he has cancer and Toby Keith died of his. It’s been a busy night.
We enjoyed a lazy morning yesterday. Shawshank had a closing shift, so we chilled all morning. I shot some smut, then did nothing but dance for about 5 hours. I played “Just Dance” for a while, and I streamed a little spin time. After working up an appetite, I had some chicken nuggets and tater tots.
Then I “Just Dance“d even more. I’m probably going to have to force myself to leave that game alone today, otherwise I’m going to destroy my arms and shoulders. I put all the blame on P!nk’s “So What” and Apashe’s “Lacrimosa“.
Eventually, though, I had to stop. I took a shower and tried to relax. When Shawshank came home, I made a hot chocolate and we did the evening routine of “Antiques Roadshow” and TikTok. After all the evening’s dancey fun, I was honestly amazed when I was able to get to sleep at a normal time last night. That was more physical activity than I’ve done in a long time. It’s just a damned shame I couldn’t stay asleep.
Aside from overworking my body by dancing, I’m sure we can expect today to have a similar plan. Shawshank will be working another closing shift, and I’ll be left unsupervised once more.
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