Author: Shawshank

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

Wake up late, whine and weep

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It’s bright, but chilly outside. The wind is totes making it colder out there. I’m glad I’m home. And even better? It’s freakin wing night!

I slept like the dead last night. Again, I don’t think I moved. And when the alarm went off, I jumped, and was convinced that I overslept by 2.5 hours, and was totally late for work. Thankfully, I wasn’t, and it was 4:30.

Dark.

I lived through work, and grabbed some stuff for dinner, and came the fuck home. Crystal is already asking Chaucer if he wants to take a nap. I could nap, but I’m gonna try my best not to fall asleep today.

I just want to have a truly restful sleep. Not even all the time. Just once a week. That would be nice.

Time to watch some news now.

Happy Monday y’all!

She’ll forever hold a spot inside my soul

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Ugh. Good morning. I think I slept in one position again last night. I think mostly I slept on my left side m, because my shoulder is paining me this morning. But here we are. The Flat is awake.

We did the usual things yesterday. Grocery store, weed store, but we made a quick trip to Tim Hortons for a small birthday present for my dad. Then it was off to Subway for a quick to go lunch. They remembered Crystal and they mostly knew her order.

We came back and had lunch. Then for some reason, I decided that I couldn’t keep my eyes open, and I mostly napped on the couch all afternoon. If I was smart, I would’ve just gone into the bedroom. I thought if it at one point, but was too lazy to actually get up and go into the bedroom.

After a wonderful Perogy dinner, we sat down and watched Road House 2024. Lemme tell you, this movie slaps. It actually stands on its own. If you go into it, not expecting anything, you’ll be surprised. I mean it shares basic plot points, and the name of the main character. That’s it. It’s a pretty good popcorn flick.

Today is chore day, and then we’ll be heading over to Shady Acres for dinner, and to celebrate my dad’s birthday. Finally we can celebrate someone’s birthday with their presents that arrived on time. I actually ordered and received them in time!

But first chores.

And coffee.

Mostly coffee.

Sipping whiskey out the bottle, not thinking ’bout tomorrow

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Good morning fellow humans. It’s ya boy Shawshank. We’re all awake here, and Chaucer has pushed Crystal out of the bedroom, because he needed to go to the bathroom, and he hovered until she had cleaned the box. He’s a creature of routine, like me. But his routine is I’ll hold my bowels until we wake up, and then he stays in Crystal’s way until she cleans the box.

Last night at work went pretty well. It was steady busy for a little bit. Then it slowed down. We got done what we needed to get done, and waited until it was time to do the closing stuff. My co-worker asked if I was gonna be key holder. I replied with, you’re off for the next two days, and that’s all you talked about, so in the interest of speediness, he closed. We were out on time. In fact just 3 or 4 minutes early.

Viva la Weekend!

🎵 white people dinner time. Yes, it’s white people dinner time 🎶

We’ll be heading into SlightlyBiggerTown this morning to refresh our supplies. Food, drink, weed, etc. You know, the essentials. It’ll be nice to get out of town for a little bit. It’s chilly out there, but it’s a nice clear sunny day. It should be a nice drive.

Everytime I call my baby, to try to get a date my boss says, no dice, son, you gotta work late

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I was in a deep sleep when the alarm went off this morning. This, I’m super groggy this morning. I’m not looking forward to getting up at 4:30 in the morning next week.

But hey, it’s Friyay. When you’re closing, it just doesn’t hit the same way. But anyways, it’s Friyay, and I don’t have to work tomorrow. Thank god. I come home just drained by the end of the shift. I might turn off the alarm clock for tomorrow. I haven’t decided yet.

I slept like the dead. I don’t even remember moving or rolling over in the night. I’m just a little stiff and sore. Mostly my shoulder, but I’m pretty used to that pain now, so it doesn’t really matter. I have a pippin on my lap.

Work wasn’t too bad last night. There was three of us there. Which means the young guy got to do more things at night, since I was closing. Which didn’t go too badly. I was a little overwhelmed, but did pretty good. I just have to slow down and take my time a little bit.

Nothing planned for tonight. We’re not going to have a date night this weekend. I’ll cook something yummy for the queen to eat Saturday night. That’ll be our date night. And it’ll be awesome.