Author: Shawshank

I’m just a 40-something bearded guy trying to get a fresh start.

Get the party goin’ on the dance floor

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I’ve been up on and off since around 6. Podrick is being Podrick, and he’s apparently feeling a lot better. I’m gonna have to take everything off the night stand. Because like a honey badger, he doesn’t fucking care about anything or anyone.

He really doesn’t like apple pie.

He’s simply being an asshole this morning.

We’re still sick here. But I hope that we’re getting better. Crystal is in hot mode. I just want the sickness to be over.

Back to work for the all day Sunday shift in a couple of hours. I’m just looking forward to tomorrow. Days off are coming! Chores are coming!

Coffee first.

I’m the question, and you’re of course the answer

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Good afternoon, my little bitches. I’ve been up, on and off since probably, around 4, but rolling out of bed at 4:51. I woke up at 4am freaking out that I missed my alarm. I didn’t. I fell back into a light sleep until 4:51, when I said fuck it. Close enough.

Coffee.

Feed the cats.

Stare at the TV until it was time to pre-heat the truck, and 10 minutes later, I stepped out into a windblown wasteland that is TinyTown before the sun comes up. I pull into work and start my day.

Lights on.

Count the cash.

Stand on top of the gas and diesel holding tanks, and scream into the void. After screaming, I head back inside, and kick out two customers, because we haven’t opened yet. Bing Bing forgot to lock the door. S’ok.

Back home now. Oven pre-heating for chunks of pig. Yum. And the bonus? I get to do it all over again tomorrow. But all day. Open to close.

Two trailer-park girls go ’round the outside, ’round the outside, ’round the outside

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Good morning. I was rudely awoken, thanks to Podrick. He knocked over our box with all our bathroom stuff in it. What an asshole. It doesn’t matter that it was almost time to get up. The little shit is starting to feel better, so it’s back to his fuckery.

I’m not happy with the fuckery.

I am happy that he’s feeling better.

It’s gray and rainy out there this morning. But there’s not too much to do. We’ll be heading to SlightlyBiggerTown town for some supplies. With it being difficult to taste most things, and not really having a huge appetite, I don’t know if we’ll be having Subway.

We’ll play it by ear.

Coffee, first.

Say his name and he appears

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I slept ok last night. I just wish I could breathe through any face hole other than my mouth. It’s starting to get tiring. But I’m slowly getting better. Podrick is slowly getting better as well. He’s pretty much back to normal. While it’s been great having a muted kitten, it’s not Podrick.

He’s almost back.

I had to chase him off the nightstand a couple of times.

We didn’t do really anything yesterday. I played on YouTube for 90% of the afternoon. I’m starting to feel better as well. So that’s really nice. Maybe I won’t be an asshole at work.

By happy Thursday. I hope y’all are safe and warm. Because it’s a little wet and gray outside. Gotta stay dry.

EDIT: happy second birthday, Crystal!

Now I’ve gotta get used to not living next door to Alice

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I slept like the dead. Around 5ish, the dead rose. I quietly walked and went to the bathroom. I gave Podrick some snuggles while I sat. He left shortly after, and I crawled back into bed. Someone in the night, can into the bedroom, and quickly slid my sleep mask off me, and threw it on the floor. Some when I got back into bed I had to improvise.

I just texted my mom and told her that I’ll be over after work on Saturday to clean the stove and get it ready to be fired up. I just don’t have the energy today to climb up on the roof today. Just waiting for her response. It looks like I’ll be heading over Saturday.

So I don’t plan on doing fuck all for today.

Coffee.