And I get sick when I’m around

I was up a little early this morning. Podrick was podricking around and making a little bit of noise. I got up used the bathroom, and whispered to Pod, please he good buddy, it’s way too early to be up. Since he’s ginger, he has no soul, and doesn’t care about what time it is.

Spoiler alert: he wasn’t quiet.

I tried to ignore him. I adjusted my mask so I could hear what was being said. Only if I played perfectly still, I could hear it. I could really relax, my mind was conning up with what it thought was knocked down. Don’t difficult to try and relax whilst having a mini panic attack. I tried to really listen to the guy talking, until he signed off, and it was just his space music, even quieter in the background.

Breathing in warm air, I was camping with the blankets up over my head to try and go back to sleep, while the Beautiful One, got up, and sat out into the living room to try and keep Podrick calm and quiet. A huge huge uuuuuge thank you to the Beautiful One, my amazing wife, Crystal for letting me sleep in.

I woke up, my face covered in drool. It’s Monday, and I work this afternoon. Let’s fucking go!