[Current Mood | brain fog ]

[Listening To | birds, fans, and bullshit ]

Oh joy, it’s FRIDAY. I’ve been up, unwillingly, dealing with the bullshit that comes with wanting to have luxuries like window screens. I’m on the couch, Shawshank is in bed, and Podrick is laying down, just pondering what he’ll do next to get me to stage-whisper-scream at him. I initially got out of bed because I heard him knock something off a shelf he shouldn’t be on. Pippin was sick immediately. I had to deal with cleaning up the mobile vomit dispenser, plus Pod wanting to check out both Pippin and the puke.

It’s been a morning already.

A morning which followed a slow, shitty shift, where I did nothing more than chat with a dude about video games and “Doctor Who“. I told him what games I’ve enjoyed, and we talked about whether or not Skyrim is a game you ever actually finish. We also had a fun little debate about whether or not “Blink” is a good episode to show a first time Who-viewer.

I was happy to check my ratings and see a new thumbs up 👍 from someone who’s been in twice now. He’s about 30 years older than me – putting him about 50+ years older than the majority of my fans. He apologized for his age the other day. Don’t worry about it, you’re fine, I told him. One guy’s cougar is another guy’s kitten.

I logged out and made myself a tuna sandwich, with a sidecar of croutons. I spent a couple of hours building a coaster that no one will ride. I can’t imagine why.

Today’s Friday. I’ve been out to feed the crows, and fill the bird feeder. We have two more shifts, then a day off. I’m setting up for a stream, and keeping my optimism up about getting online for a couple of hours. It’s sunny as hell, and if the wind stays down, I’ll go out for some spin time later.