Life So she’ll fall for the night while the neon light flashes Shawshank, February 24, 2026 It’s been a bit of a morning here. Day two of ignoring Podrick’s antics. I don’t know if I’m sleeping a little later, or if he’s not being such an asshole in the morning. Or what. But all I know is, when I wake up sometime in the morning, the… Continue Reading
Life I ain’t good at fake lashes every time I wear high heels I fall Shawshank, February 23, 2026 Good morning my friends. Podrick wasn’t too bad, we’re starting to gray-rock him. He makes a sound or does something – do nothing. I guess maybe it was kind of worked. I mostly dozed, but it was a little anxiety inducing. Yeah, it’s different. It’ll be something to get used… Continue Reading
Life She’s on the highest dose of Prozac a woman can take Shawshank, February 22, 2026 The forces of the morning (and Podrick) tire me from my slumber early this morning. I tried ignoring him. I really did. Finally I put him out of the bedroom, and listened to him throwing his shoulder against the door like a Terminator, and I was John Conner. Eventually, he… Continue Reading
Life She set it all on fire, and if there’s one thing that she learned Shawshank, February 21, 2026 Yep, up early again. It’s really not Podrick’s fault this morning. I kinda just woke up. My sinus’ are stuffed up, so it’s hard if not impossible to breathe through my nose, I have a slight headache. Podrick was doing Podrick things, but he wasn’t the main cause this morning…. Continue Reading
Life You like my gin and tonic kisses, ’cause you know they taste so sweet Shawshank, February 20, 2026 Podrick is getting better, mostly, in the morning. He was just a little bit Podrick. He knocked down the box of Q-Tips, and that’s what really woke me up. So I rolled out of bed. I guess it’s time to start the day. It’s still freakin cold out there. It’s… Continue Reading
Life The drinks keep comin’, throw my head back laughin’ Shawshank, February 19, 2026 The snow has finally stopped. What hasn’t stopped in a couple of day; the freakin wind. It’s -5°, but with the wind chill, it’s -25°. And that’s in freedom units. So yeah, totes cold. What was too warm this morning, the bed. Plus as per usual, I was stuffed up…. Continue Reading