From what I can gather from commercials here, the Super Bowl is on this weekend. I doubt I’ll watch it. It’s a shared TV here, and no ones a football fan here. I’d like to watch, but probably won’t. I’ll follow along on my phone.
Good to see the hate is still strong.
Brady is the GOAT.
I didn’t want to get out of bed this morning. It was so warm and snuggly, and the outside world is cold and mean. I could’ve slept in at least anoint hour or two I believe.
If it was my choice I wouldn’t go into work today. I’m really hopeful that it’ll be busy, but it’s always a crapshoot. Last week was wicked busy, and when I worked the week before, dead. It’s weird.
It’s not pretty out there. I think I’ll just pour the coffee on me. I’m gonna freeze to death walking to work today.
RIP in peace, Shawshank.
Happy Saturday 🙂
I’m awake. The alarm didn’t scare me this morning. It was more like someone slowly turned up the volume, until it woke me up. I think I was asleep before my head hit the pillow. I also don’t think I moved all night.
But it’s Friyay. I hope today and tomorrow go quickly. I just kinda wanna hunker down and just be warm. It’s hard when outside it’s almost -30 with the wind.
I’m ready for spring.
And a cup of coffee.
Yesterday was pretty good. BossLady wasn’t there so it was a little more relaxed. We worked out on the floor for a good part of the day, worked in the office, and then the last hour or so, we just did busy work.
According to the big board (giant calendar) in the office, I’ll probably be by myself for a couple of hours today. BossLady has to take one of her kids to MostlyBiggerCity to take a drivers test, and NewGirl has a doctors appointment or something.
I can’t wait for today to be over. It’s been a long week. Course it always is.
Happy Friyay! It’s sweet potato fry-day!!!
Woke up very briefly at 5:48 – made sure my alarm was set correctly, and then it was just a light sleep, with weird dreams that faded so quickly when I woke up.
Nevertheless, I’m up, and I’m patiently waiting for the coffee to finish brewing. It’s a really old pot, if I wanted a cup now, I’d have to put my cup under the pot because doesn’t stop spitting out coffee. There’s no pause switch.
It’s cold here again. It’s like -30 out there with the wind chill. At this point, I really wish it was late spring. I’m really tired of the snow and cold.
I really dislike being cold. And I’m rarely cold. Until I got here.
I hope y’all enjoy your Thursday. Hopefully it’ll get warmer here soon. I’d rather just smoke some weed and curl up and binge something on Netflix.
I’m sore this morning. They say that it’s a good sore. I don’t think I agree. It’s not a nice sore at all. It hurts to hold a coffee cup.
And I’d rather not talk about work yesterday. I’m trying to not dwell. Today is a new day. Today is a good day, to have a good day.
That last one came from a bathroom in a ghetto pharmacy. Good words to have every day. Whom ever wrote that, printed that, and hung it up is doing Cat Jesus’ good work.
It’s hump day, and that means only 4 more days of work. We got this. We can do it. And all the other inspirations you can think of.
Happy Wednesday y’all 🙂