Author: Shawshank

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

I’ll love you ’til the day that I die ‘Til the day that I die

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BossLady is back. Now my watch has ended. None of the phone calls are for me anymore. Woohoo.

I think I slept well, my head hit the pillow, and the next thing I know – the alarm is going off. I figure out how to actually get out of the bed, and start my morning.

Bathroom stuff, coffee, and a surprising snuggle with the little Pippin. Next thing I know, it’s time to leave.

The experiment with not napping went pretty well. I didn’t nap, and I don’t think I’m going to nap today either. So there’s that. Oh, happy days.

Ok, I ain’t got nothing else. Happy Thursday y’all.

Don’t act like you ain’t help me pull that bottle off the shelf

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Welp, I didn’t have to call the cops today. It was actually uneventful today. Slow, if you will.

I slept ok last night. I had some trouble falling asleep. I don’t think I was high enough, it felt like my mind was a television set, and someone was just flipping through the channels. Then this morning, I was up 10 minutes before the alarm, completely convinced that my alarm wasn’t set, and if I fell asleep, I’d sleep in. Wow that was a lot of commas.

Home now, I’m not going to go down for a nap, as I think for some reason, that’s affecting me falling asleep. So it’ll be an experiment for tonight. Stay awake, and maybe fall asleep tonight.

Other than that, it’s the same ol same ol. Coffee was good this morning. I’m out.

It’s all about the money, money

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Well, the alarm went off, and I had absolutely no idea how to see, and how to take off my sleep mask. I was worried that I would wake up Crystal, but I fumbled enough, and shit the alarm off.

It’s been a long week today. Before 10am I’m on the phone with RCMP dispatch. The local loser came in and filled up his truck. Then its debit card wouldn’t work. He called the bank and they said they could come right down and sort it out. Both me and TismBoy told him thrice – if he took his truck off the property, we’d be calling the police. He said go a head and call the police. So that’s what I did. He came back and paid. Within minutes the police called for more info, so I told them he came back and paid. They asked if I caught a name, I told them. They knew him, and asked if he was driving his truck. I answered in the affirmative, and that was that.

One more shift, and BossLady is back. Thank the gods.

I’m tired. I might sleep. I haven’t decided yet.

It’s been a long week today.

Sometimes you’re drivin’, sometimes you’re stallin ‘sometimes you’re flyin’, sometimes you’re fallin’ but there’s still beauty in the nosedive

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Good morning everyone. Pippin was a menace last night and this morning. Making noise and running all over the place, playing with things that she should be playing with. She made Crystal get up in the night, and this morning to try to get her to stop.

Spoiler alert: she really didn’t.

So we’re up, and slowly waking up. I forgot to take my allergy meds last night, so I couldn’t breathe at all last night/this morning. I wouldn’t have blamed Crystal if she just would’ve put a pillow over my face until I stopped snoring. Wouldn’t have blamed her if she did.

Oh look, now she’s settling down to take a nap. She could’ve done this around midnight last night. She’s a character for sure. But not very demure, not very mindful. Cutesy, yes. Mindful, no.

It’s a bonus day this morning. It’s Labour Day, so I have the day off. I have to wash the bathroom rug, because one of the cats decided to shit on it sometime in the night. I’m thinking that I’ll strip the bed, and actually fill up the washing machine.