I don’t need to fight to prove I’m right Shawshank, November 27, 2021 Good morning! I was having weird dreams that I think I was a drug dealer. Or something. There was Breanne of Tarth, in very weird armour, and just a mishmash of images. It was very strange. I think I was just about to get paid from the head drug dealer when my alarm went off. Strange, huh? At one point I was either undercover or something, but for a brief couple of dream seconds, I was in a wheelchair as well. But now I’m up and dressed, and the news is one while I wait for the coffee to finish brewing. Let’s get this day started, so it can be over. After today – I have two shifts left before my little vacation. Happy Saturday y’all! Life blogbloggercoffeejournalmorningsTinyTown
Life And a bucket of vindaloo. Bucket!* August 31, 2020 I long for a Vindaloo. I’m looking, and I think I found a recipe for a tasty chicken Vindaloo that I might make one day. I wouldn’t even add the spicy spice to it, because I live with people that think ketchup is spicy. The spice jar that has the… Read More
Life There’s no pain and there’s no doubt August 23, 2020 Awake! Oh, it was nice and cool again last night. Still, I slept mostly on top the blankets. Coffee is the name of the game right now, and let me tell you, this coffee is good. But it’s nice and sunny, and looks like it’ll be a nice day here… Read More
Life But I will hit an eight-year-old in the face with a participation trophy July 29, 2024 Man, I’m tired. And I’m totally stuffed up allergy wise. I was up before the alarm went off. I wasn’t up because I wanted to. I didn’t check my alarm before going to bed. (Even though I knew it was set, and set to radio) At 3:30, my mind said,… Read More