But with all of my tattoos and these songs I like to sing about booze they’ve ranked me the black sheep of the family

Ugh. Morning. Again.

I made a huge mistake last night, and I feel terrible. I left the lid off the food bucket last night. Neither of them knocked it over, but I don’t know if, or how much the fat little baby kitty managed to eat.

So he may not be getting breakfast.

Or, and here’s the thing, there’s a chance that he didn’t even notice it was open, and ignored it. He’s not a delicate flower, I think he would’ve knocked the whole thing to the ground.

Last 8-4 shift today. Thank god. I don’t mind the early shifts. They’re rare enough, but I’m not fond of setting the alarm. I cannot get it through my head – even though I’m wearing headphones, the fucking alarm will go off. I know this. I’ve been awake and asleep when the alarm goes off. It has, and always will work.

I just wish I could convince myself of that fact.

Ok. Let’s get the day started.