Author: Shawshank

I’m awake, and I’m not liking it. I passed out last night. The bed was the perfect temperature. I think I might have gotten up in the middle of the night, but I’m not too sure. Chaucer is on top of me right now. It’s gray and rainy out there….

Ugh, good morning. It’s bright and sunny out beyond the walls of The Flat. I slept like the dead last night. I think I rolled over just once. So I’m a little stiff this morning. the alarm scared me when it went off. I must have been in a deep…

Welp here we are. Friyay morning. The alarm kinda scared me this morning. It was a loud commercial. The sky is clear, and the sun is slowly rising. It looks like a nice morning out there. The coffee is brewing. Nothing really new to report. Just working. It wasn’t too…

Ow. I slept way wrong last night and I hurt this morning. I’m sure it’ll go away as I start moving today. But for right now it hurts. I don’t think I moved too much in the night. I was mentally exhausted. It was a long day at work, yet…

Good morning my friends. Everyone in The Flat is awake, and Chaucer has all ready tossed his breakfast. So it’s pretty much another day here in TinyTown. Fun huh? I think I got up in the night. The clock either said 12:47, or 2:47. I didn’t dwell on the clock…