Paint the ten-point buck that you killed rattle can red, no problem Shawshank, July 6, 2026 It’s a bright a sunny morning here so far. The warnings about tornados, and thunderstorms are over. Although was up around 2am to get more Advil for my mouth-hole, and face. I think it took a couple minutes for me to fall back asleep. One side of my jaw is a little swollen. I think the combination with my shitty tooth, and probably a wisdom tooth coming in crooked, I think I might have bit a small section of the jaw skin. It was, and still is hurting, and a little hard to swallow. Not hard per se*, but just a little painful. My mom texted me at 8:30 yesterday morning saying my dad went into surgery. He’s up in CapitalCity. After working the entire day without an update, and the stress getting to me, the last 1.5 hours at work really sucked. We were almost out of there, when with 30 seconds to go, a car pulled up to the pumps. The kid that I was working with, asked if we were gonna serve them. “Yep”, I said. They made it in time, as they called the pump for authorization. After she left, thankfully she paid with her card, it was a whirlwind closing, I was in my way home. As I drive to drop off the night deposit, an actual truckload of hicks were parked the wrong way in the road in front of the bank. one hick, barefoot, and without a shirt on, and jorts* comes out of the bank, and says, as he climbs into the trucks box. “I don’t know how I still have $600 in the bank.” Yeah yeah, that’s fine, get the fuck out of my way, I just want to go home. I think to myself as I pull around them, and walk to the night deposit box. But, I have the next two days off. I think tomorrow, we’ll head up to the second hand store. I’d love to get a pair of sleep shorts that I don’t have to hold up with one hand. But I have a cup of coffee, my woman beside me, and since we’re up, I believe Podrick is probably sleeping somewhere. The crow army hasn’t returned, however, the tiny birds will be around pretty soon. *look at the fancy word I used! *why is it always jorts? Life blogbloggerchore daycoffeejournalmorningspersonal blogTinyTownup early
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