Sipping whiskey out the bottle, not thinking ’bout tomorrow

Good morning fellow humans. It’s ya boy Shawshank. We’re all awake here, and Chaucer has pushed Crystal out of the bedroom, because he needed to go to the bathroom, and he hovered until she had cleaned the box. He’s a creature of routine, like me. But his routine is I’ll hold my bowels until we wake up, and then he stays in Crystal’s way until she cleans the box.

Last night at work went pretty well. It was steady busy for a little bit. Then it slowed down. We got done what we needed to get done, and waited until it was time to do the closing stuff. My co-worker asked if I was gonna be key holder. I replied with, you’re off for the next two days, and that’s all you talked about, so in the interest of speediness, he closed. We were out on time. In fact just 3 or 4 minutes early.

Viva la Weekend!

🎵 white people dinner time. Yes, it’s white people dinner time 🎶

We’ll be heading into SlightlyBiggerTown this morning to refresh our supplies. Food, drink, weed, etc. You know, the essentials. It’ll be nice to get out of town for a little bit. It’s chilly out there, but it’s a nice clear sunny day. It should be a nice drive.