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Two-steppin’ on the table, she don’t need a dance floor

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Thankfully, our furnace will get fixed tomorrow.

It’s freakin cold in here this morning! I have the stove set to about 500°, and the timer is set on the stove. It’s currently 26° out there. And that’s dog shit my friends. Sometimes living North of the Wall sucks.

Work wasn’t too bad last night. The time went quickly, but it just felt long. Yanno? But we managed to take care of the customers that came in. I was a sneak and switched the heating system from AC to heat last night. It took six hours for my coworker to notice. It wasn’t a bad day, we had some laughs, and some grr moments, but we made it! Lol

Pippin is still a sneezy girl, but she did a thing last night that told me she’s starting to feel a little better – she started to chase Podrick. I think she was on the bed for most of the night in her little nest. Then at one point, she curled up under the covers with Crystal. But only after I kicked Pod out the bedroom.

Back to work this afternoon. I do have to clean out the furnace room, and sweep it so the thermo coupler can be installed for heat. Then the Flat will be totes warm! Happy Tuesday!

And I want these words to make things right but it’s the wrongs that make the words come to life

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It’s fucking cold out there everyone. Fall has come to North of the Wall. It feels like 20° out there. We are not impressed. I’m mostly dressed, but sadly I can’t go out in what I’m wearing. So yeah I can’t wait for the handy man to fix our furnace. Thermo coupler or something like that. Even though it sounds like that part should be in Star Trek or something.

We didn’t do a whole lot of anything yesterday. I did the laundry, cleaned the bathroom, and made brunch. It was just a lazy day all around. I help Crystal build her underwear. I can hold things! I held while she pinned, and neither of us got poked by a pin. That’s win-win in my books. After laundry, and brunch, we went to Shady Acres for dinner.

I slept like the dead last night. Pretty much as soon as my head it the pillow. The bed was so snuggly. Unfortunately, Crystal can’t control her body temperature, so I’m sure I had her pushed to the side of the bed to try and get away from me tin the night. I’m sure when I pull her against me, if she’s in a cool cycle, probably feels good for about 3 seconds, then I’m way too warm.

Back to work this afternoon. I wonder what’s changed over the last couple of days. Let’s do it! It’s gonna be a good (but chilly) day! Coffee!!

Got a 100 year plan you jus’ think about the today

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I fucked up again last night. I got too high whilst The Beautiful One had a spa night in the bathtub. I didn’t think I was getting that high. Just doing what I normally do. I was pretty wobbly when Crystal called me in to watch Dexter sing Cabaret. So I sat back on the couch, and didn’t touch my vape until about 5 or 10 minutes before I heard the fluently of the bathtub emptying. Then the world went just a little sideways.

I sat forward on the couch and didn’t feel too bad. Crystal came out of the bathroom in a towel, and I said “I think I’m a lot high right now”. She asked if I was going to bed, and I replied negative. But the time she was dressed, I said I was going to bed. I hate being this high, I just wanted to snuggle with Crystal on the couch, not lay by myself in bed and hope the world slows down. But usually when I’m that high, as soon as I lay down I don’t feel terrible. I forced myself to try and sleep.

I slept from I think around 9ish to 5ish when Podrick started to really be Podrick. I took a cap from him. But I did try twice to let him in, and each time he chose violence, so of course he got kicked out each time. I gave him a handful of food at 4 hoping that would quiet him down, and let him take a nap for something. Nope.

At 5, I just hoped that I could sleep until 6 and then I’d get up. But the Flat slid into happy silence as Podrick slithered to wherever he goes to recharge his MASSIVE fucking batteries that power him through the darkness like a chaos beacon.

I slept until 7:30. I have Pippin on my lap. She has a cold, and has been sneezing for the last two days. Podrick was actually locked out of the bedroom after we tried thrice to see if he’d coexist with Pippin who was snuggled in the nest on the bed. He couldn’t, so Pippin got to stay on the bed all night. Now she’s on my lap twisted into a tight cinnamon roll.

I’ll start the chores a little later. I have a kitten on my lap 🙂

Just try your best try everything you can

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Good morning my friends. I had an ok sleep. The bed was the most perfect temperature. I only had to get up once in the night. Twice, if you count me kicking the kitten out of the bedroom. and we’ve awoken to a gray morning. I think there may be a chance for rain possibly today.

Thankfully it’s not calling for rain today, since we’re heading to SlightlyBiggerTown for some much needed supplies in a couple of hours. So it’ll be a nice drive there, and back. And just think, we’ll be coming back with Subway for lunch. We really just have to remember to find a good snack for dinner, that way we’re not having two large meals.

I don’t even really want to talk about work yesterday so I really won’t. It was terrible. And sucked majorly. So with that said, I don’t need to say anything else on the subject, so here’s a picture of Podrick requesting to be drawn like a French girl.

And what the hell is on Joey’s head?

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The Beautiful One let me sleep in this morning. I was slowly starting to wake up. Or in my dream I was starting to wake up. It felt like I was. But dream Shawshank was slowly waking up. The last time I was awake was when I ushered Podrick out of the room around 5 am.

All that stand between me and a whole weekend off, is an 8 hour shift. We walked in, I notice the gas pumps are blocked off. Great. It’s gonna be one of those days. I find out that the “assistant mabager@ decided to shut off the pumps without saying a work to BossLady, nor Daddy. Great. Now we have to deal with the fallout, if BossLady, or anyone from home office called or stopped in.

What was really pissing me off was people would pull up, drive through the pumps, and read the sign that I put up, drive through the other set of pumps to read the sign that I put up. Then they stop in the middle of the lot, get out the car, and walk in and ask “so, I can’t get gas?” I slipped once and asked the old woman who did the above, and asked her if she read the sign. She said yes. At that point I had to walk away. I couldn’t anymore.

Hopefully, the pumps are working. I work with bing bing. So I need the pumps to be working. Please let the pumps be working.

It’s gonna be a good day, even better with moar coffee.