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 Próspero año y felicidad (Ah-ha) December 11, 2024 Good chilly morning from north of the wall. Yep, it’s that time again. The Flat is awake. Chaucer is on my lap, Pippin is in the window, and the Beautiful One is next to me on the couch, of course looking beautiful. Work was, well, work. People came in and… Read More
Life You’re my doll, rock’n’roll, feel the glamour in pink May 12, 2023 Good morning everyone. I’ll have to make this quick, because once my eyes can focus on command, I’m gonna be logging into The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom. I’m mature, and adult. I turned in the Switch and tested last night if I could play. I turned on… Read More
Life It’s beer cheese, bleu cheese, any cheese’ll make a curd can’t say we ain’t cultured, uh August 4, 2026 I don’t even know really what day it is at this point. But what I do know, I just have a closing shift, and I’ll have a couple of days off. That’s gonna be pretty awesome. It’s sunny again outside, we’re still in the cooling phase, before it gets warm… Read More