If I look a little drunk, it’s ’cause I drank some

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Podrick was an active boy this morning. Making just enough noise to cut through my sleep mask. The rain sleep daddy wasn’t enough to keep me asleep. I might have been able to fall back asleep if it was a little cooler in the bedroom, and if I could breathe through my nose.

The headphones that Crystal ordered for me came in yesterday about an hour or two before I needed to be at work, so I told my coworker that texted me, I’ll grab it when I come in for my shift. I got there, and chatted with coworkers, and once 1st shift left, I opened the package and plugged it in to charge.

They are very very comfortable. Aside of just getting used to a bit of a rub, at points I even forgot one was on my ear. Nice clear sound. And the best part, one lasted over 5 hours. The Temu earbuds that I bought last year for like $8. They only lasted about 2 hours. So the new ones are advertised to last 8 hours on a charge. Not bad for $30.

Dusty roads ain’t made for walking

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Crystal let me sleep until 7 this morning. She would tell me what Podrick got into, then would tell me to go back to sleep. I think I mostly dozed. And, it’s Monday morning. Let’s get ready to start the new week.

It snowed last night, sometime in the night. There’s not a lot that fell, and even less after Crystal said it rained. But I see it. It’s May. It’s not supposed to snow in May! But here we are. The coffee has been brewed, and the kitties have been fed.

Back to work this afternoon. Working most of the week, and part of the weekend. I think WWE Backlash is on Saturday. I think I saw it pop up on Netflix yesterday. So that’ll probably wave what we watch. But that’s like 400 years away. But we’ll get there.

We always do!

So let’s get this day started – with more coffee.

Past the Dairy Queen, the county line where there ain’t any fences

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Waking up to hear cats fighting is something to behold. But nonetheless, we’re up, and the first coffee has been brewed. The kitties have been fed. Pippin is leisurely dining in the bedroom.

It’s Sunday morning, and chore day will be happening soon. Just have to wake up a little more, before I start using heavy machinery. You know, safety shit. Thankfully, I remembered to get laundry pods – don’t worry I got the non-flavoured kind, so we don’t snack on them.

For the most part, the cats were pretty ok last night and this morning. We both think that Podrick just gets bored and lonely. So he seeks out Pippin first. Podrick wants all the attention, but will only do bad things to get said attention. He’ll chase Pippin all over the house. I think in the mornings, he pins her a lot more than she pins him. It’s the opposite in the evenings. Maybe the Tiny Princess gains more strength when the sun sets.

It was a bit of an adventure before we actually went grocery shopping. We headed in to the locally authorized cell phone providers to upgrade my phone, and possibly upgrade and get Crystal on to my plan. After just about three hours, we both walked out with new phones. Crystal got a Google Pixel 10A, and I got an iPhone 17 Pro Max in bright ass orange.

Then we hit up the pharmacy, then the actual grocery shopping. We speed-ran that grocery store, and I believe that we only forgot one thing. Not to freakin bad if you ask me. Then off to the dispensary. I quickly ran in, because we, at this point, are very hungry. I grabbed “what I got last time”, and I think the manager comes out of the back room. The last time we were there, there was a “stoner movie” quiz. Apparently, I got more answers right, and I won a bag of swag.

From there, I ran across the street to grab some vapes, and then we drove down the street to Subway to grab lunch. That’s our cue to head back to TinyTown. Subway always marks the end of our trip.

So we get home, unload the truck, and immediately start to eat. Damn those sandwiches tasted good. I spent the rest of the afternoon, tweaking the UI, and finished the downloads of my apps, while Crystal kicked some ass in Civilization 6.

I can’t be the only one who likes extra fries over exercise

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Good morning my friends. It’s a bright and shiny day here, and Podrick was on his best behaviour this morning. he only started to get want to wake us up when I moved, or mumbled something. He’s currently lounging on the shelves in front of the window. Pippin is in the bedroom having breakfast. Then I’ll let her out and open the back door.

Like that picture? It’s my new avatar on WordPress. I can’t really use it anywhere else, because I don’t do social media or anything like that. An AI app made it after a bullshit prompt telling them to modify a picture I uploaded, and put it in the style of MS paint. And that’s what I got. The funny thing? I never uploaded at image. This is directly from the imagination of ChatGPT. You think that’s odd, you should see the image that Gemini made. That’s ever more trauma inducing.

That’s pretty fucked up isn’t it? I don’t know if Gemini is asking for help, or if it wants me to scream for it. I for one, welcome our new AI overlords. Thank Zuck, I’m friendly and polite (most of the time) to AI. You know please and thank you, etc.

For the first time in years, I woke up by having a weird/scary dream. In fact, the moment I woke up, it still felt real, yanno? But then I figured out where I was. And logic started to slowly bleed back into my mind. “Do you really think it would be this quiet, if there were two baby carriages in the kitchen?” And my mind said Podrick would been able to do the dark math, and launch him to new heights.

But it’s day one of a two day weekend. Let’s fucking goooo!

‘Cause I’m fantasizing about riding my Chevy off into the sun

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I was up a little early. Nothing to really do with Podrick. One of the cats – probably Pippin, made it into the cabinet, and knocked over a jar of elastics. Hopefully, neither of them ate any of the elastics.

They’re both looking out the back door now.

Yesterday at work was crazy. Lots of people, because, fucking baseball is back again. And of course BossLady never gets a schedule for baseball, or hockey, or any other sport that rolls through town and adjusts the staffing. That would only happen if she actually worked an evening shift. First shift gets rushes, sure – but for minutes at a time. Second shift gets rushes for hours at a time.

One more shift, and two days off.

More coffee please.