When I’m drinking doubles, I’m nothing but trouble

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I woke to Hans Zimmer. That’s not sleep daddy. I tried to change the music back to sleep daddy. Then my alarm went off. So I roll out of bed, and start my day.

Podrick is already doing Podrick things. Also Podrick has a touch of diarrhea. I heard him in the bathroom. Then the little butt scoots. No more soft food for him for a while.

I’m working the 8-4 shift today. Not bad. Not my favourite shift, but I’ve always said I’ll work the shifts I’m given. I worked until nine last night. Up wicked early this morning. Closing tomorrow.

Good times.

Watched NXT last night. Joe Hendry won the championship in a ladder match. We believe!!

Yeah here’s a quarter, call someone who cares

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If it’s a day that ends in a Y, that means Podrick is pushing either mine or Crystal’s buttons. Also, the little orange meatball can find the strength to launch his rotund body repeatedly at the door knob.

HE CAN OPEN DOORS NOW.

Great.

It took a hot minute for me to fall asleep last night. I remember having to reset the sleep daddy episode to go to the bathroom. Coming back, I climbed back into bed. I passed right out. I woke up hours later, and sleep daddy wasn’t in my ear. I think it was the soundtrack to Interstellar.

I don’t do soundtracks like Crystal does. Ask her what her rankings for like her listening to Game of Thrones. Seriously, go over and make a comment on her site and ask what her YouTube music ranking is for whoever scored Game of Thrones.

I ain’t got nothing else. I think it’s Tuesday. If it is, I work this afternoon. With the “on the ball” coworker. Score!

I’m awesome.

Well, I guess he forgot about the Smoky Mountain rain

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I really feel bad for Crystal, having to deal with the orange meatwad. He’s a morning cat for sure. Crystal did her best, and barred him from the bedroom. I have no idea what time that was, but minutes after she shut him out of the bedroom, my bladder said no no no. You have ta pee. Get up and go. So I got up and went. I was very lucky that Podrick didn’t make it back into the bedroom. I did what I needed to do, and went back to bed, closing the door on my way through.

EDIT: I was not lucky, Podrick got back into the bedroom. I had contained him in the bedroom. Crystal must have kicked him out again, because later, I woke up to Podrick playing his favourite instrument: the door handle.

So I apologize to Crystal for all the trouble I had inadvertently caused this morning. I didn’t mean to. I couldn’t see.

Good morning, my friends. It’s a cold, and dark Monday morning. Another weekend over, and a new months just begun. Welcome to February everyone. Time marches on.

One of the best spots at the Royal Rumble

We didn’t do too much of anything yesterday. I made brunch, and thought really hard about doing the chores. But I’m a lazy asshole, so I didn’t do anything. I played a little bit of Red Dead Redemption, and then before we knew it, I had the truck pre-heating.

We had a good afternoon over at Shady Acres. One of my dad’s friends came over for a visit, and to just see how my dad is doing. I put on the PBR live from Sacramento California. I love the names of the bulls. They’re like the racehorses names before they got boring. My favourite was named NoSlaw ExtraSauce.

I hear her voice in the mornin’ hour, she calls me

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Morning everyone. Even sleep daddy, or for some reason cornfield chase, couldn’t even keep me asleep with the external sounds coming from the bedroom door.

Podrick.

It was an amazing sleep until Podrick decided that it should be time to dig, and play with charging cables. So Crystal did the right thing, and banished Podrick from the bedroom. And that usually works for a while until he deems it time for me to wake up.

Thugga-dugga. Thugga-dugga. Thugga-dugga.

I turned up sleep daddy, and then started the video over again. I think I dozed a little at that point. I remember starting the video, and then I remember that it was just the music. I slept a little at that point.

Thugga-dugga. Thugga-dugga. Thugga-dugga.

Time to get up. I leave the warmth of the bed, and roll into the cold harsh darkness that is the bedroom. I can mostly get dressed with my eyes shut. I leave the warmth of the bedroom, do the bathroom stuff, start the coffee, and I get the bowls to feed the kittens.

Kitties fed!

Yesterday was a nice day. I decided I needed something to do. So I did the laundry. I also have a meat board, and other snacks to make for the Royal Rumble. I have my $5 sports select bet that Joe Hendry will win the rumble. I’m confident. I have my I believe in Joe Hendry shirt on. I’m ready.

With our massive tray of meat, crackers, and various cheeses, we sit down and watch. They’re in Saudi Arabia, so it’s an afternoon pay-per-view. It’s nice to have a WWE show while it’s day light out. Most of the time they start at 7pm. So we watch the women’s rumble to start the show off. Of course the women put on a terrific first match. 30 women, one ring. I think their match lasted about an hour and a half. No big surprises other than the other Bella twin showed up.

Two other matches: AJ Styles vs. Gunther. This was a win or retire match. Guess what happened? AJ was put into a sleeper hold, and with a questionable end, Gunther won. That’s three careers that he’s retired now. They’ve actually trademarked “career killer”.

The next match was Drew McIntyre vs. Sami Zayn. Yawn fest. Sami has never won the big belt. Gee, I wonder why. In my opinion, he’s not a main-eventer. Bro looks homeless. Drew retains.

On to the men’s rumble. Good match, again, no real surprises. El Grande Americano comes out, a couple of wrestlers from Triple AAA. The “original” El Grande Americano comes out and dumps the other El Grande Americano over the top ropes.

JOE HENDRY DOESN’T COME OUT.

He’s not in the rumble.

Doesn’t matter. It was a good pay-per-view. The stadium has questionable lights that made the stadium look almost completely empty. So that was a choice.

Today, since I did the laundry yesterday, is one less thing that I have to do this morning. I still have other chores to take care of. I don’t know if we’ll be going over to my parents. My parents probably spent most of the at the hospital in SlightlyBiggerTown. So that’s kind of up in the air. I told them yesterday that if they’re too tired to make a big dinner, I’ll just come over, bring the wood pellets in, and clean the stove. They don’t need to expend the energy to entertain us and feed us. They just need to rest.

We’ll figure it out. Happy Sunday y’all!

I’m east bound, just watch ol’ Bandit run

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Good morning. Podrick was being Podrick, so I kicked him out of the bedroom. Then I felt a cat jump on the bed. I didn’t really look when I kicked him out of the bedroom. So there was pretty much at 95% chance that he just doubled back and snuck back into the room before I closed the door. In my defence, it was dark, wicked early, and I wear two sleep masks at him.

I can’t see anything.

It was actually Pippin. I can’t remember if she was let out of the bedroom, or if she snuggled up close to Crystal. She only walked across me once. But it was completely different from when Podrick lumbers across me. I fell back asleep. Sleep daddy helped a little this morning. I tried to get back to the library, but found myself in a freak cabin. I probably hit the wrong button on my mask.

Today is the day of the Royal Rumble. A co-worker was joking around yesterday that if he bet $100 that Joe Hendry wins the Rumble he would win $20k. But he said, I only bet what I’m comfortable to lose. Good advice. On a whim, I bet $5 that Joe will win the Rumble. If he does, I’ll take home $875.

I believe in Joe Hendry!