So I keep chasing that same old devil down the same old dead-end highway

It’s Friyay motherfuckers!

The Beautiful One, Crystal, let me sleep in until 8 this morning. Sleep daddy disappeared in the early morning and I was woke up to being chased through a corn field (iykyk) I hit the back button (I think), and then it it again to find sleep daddy again. I had to open one eye and unlock the phone to find what I was looking for.

I dozed for a while, then slipped back into actual sleep, after Crystal banished Podrick from the bedroom. I was out again, and Crystal probably said to herself, fuck it, might as well let him sleep. So we’re on the couch with some coffee. I looked up at the news and there was Kristi Noem. Great.

Work wasn’t too bad yesterday evening. I filled some propane, and listened to my co-worker bitch that people are coming into the store. How the turns have tabled. Before my meds, I would’ve been the one really annoyed. Now, it’s all good. It truly is what it is. The afternoon and evening moved pretty quickly.

One more 8 hour shift, and I have the weekend off. The Royal Rumble is on Saturday afternoon. Yesterday, I had a thought. Snacks for lunch as we watch. Hopefully, what I have pictured in my mind can translate to real life. I’m sure it won’t, but I’ll do my best to get it to look like what’s in my mind.