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Shawshank, October 18, 2023

I really didn’t want to get out of bed this morning. Oh, it was the perfect temperature. But the alarm went off, and once again, it scared the crap out of me.

So here we are. I think it’s Wednesday. The news anchor that always wears pink on Wednesdays isn’t today. Which is kind of confusing this morning. But here we are. Both slightly awake.

I think we found the arm pit of the area yesterday. We were putting out posters and signs for our sale that were going to be having, and drove into this town/village. It was like the Eastern European country that they visited in Eurotrip. You almost expected people to be out on their front decks washing themselves.

But we got it done. We started first thing in the morning, and pulled into town at around 4:30. I dropped off Crystal at home, and went back to work to clean the truck, and to move the trailer for the haunted hotel next door. Now they can get their entrance all set up.

Today should be just a long day – I’m putting out sales tags. Front and back of store. I should be getting help tomorrow when everyone else is expected in.

But before all that, motherfucking coffee. Happy hump day y’all.

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