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You my lil’ suga, I’m yo’ little chulo

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One day, Podrick will let me sleep in, like he used too. He got two good morning from me with full body and face pets, which he loved, then he did what he did to get booted out of the bedroom.

So we’re all awake now. Both have been fed, and The Beautiful One and I have coffee. I slept like the dead, but I think about half hour to 45 minutes more would have been very beneficial. But there we are, awake, and watching Dateline, until I find something better to watch.

Work wasn’t too bad. It was busy enough to keep us from sitting around. And it made the time pass relatively quickly. Before I knew it, it was time to get the hell out of there. So I came back to the Flat, and cooked lunch. I watched Crystal play Skyrim for a while then I put on Friday’s Smackdown. After that, we made dinner – nachos, fuckin yum!

We watched the NXT PLE – Halloween Havoc. They put on a really good show. We were both Sports Entertained. Except Ricky Saints. He’s a bag of douche. But that’s beside the point. Was a great show.

Chores soon. Shady Acres to surprise my mom with her birthday present a couple of days early, but I’m working on her birthday. So to day it is!

It’s a thief in the night to come and grab you

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It’s been a day already. I’m 100% sure Podrick is truly testing me on if I need actual sleep headphones to block him out as much as possible. He was going at it last night, and again this morning. I picked up Pippin’s bed twice, the same with the toilet paper.

Other than a cough, Podrick is pretty much back to normal. 7 days of pent up energy is bubbling over the last day or two. And he eats like a wildebeest. I don’t think I’ve ever had a cat so food motivated before. That’s a good and a bad thing. He’s currently locked in the bedroom, because he has a good 7-8 pounds on Pippin, and he loves to tackle her.

It’s chore day here. After brunch I’ll throw some clothes on and deliver some dishes to my parents, along with their mail, and the town newsletter. Mom said she’s doing a lot better, but my dad, s a pretty pretty princess that just sits there sick. I’m sure he’s getting better too

But it’s also chore day here, so in a couple of hours I’ll be starting the laundry. It’ll be a nice relaxing day here. Which is what we both need. Happy Monday!

‘Cause it’s getting harder and harder to breathe

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We awoke to the sound of an idiot.

Podrick is just fine after two beautiful days of having a quiet mellow kitty. He’s back to us usual shenanigans. He’s back, and he’s more of an asshole! Yay.

It doesn’t help that is head is tiny. He’s totally pear shaped. His badonkadonk is outrageously large. He’s like someone Sir Mix A Lot would sing about.

I didn’t do shit after getting home yesterday afternoon. The Beautiful One was in bed sleeping. So I gave her a kiss and let her sleep. Behind her in the nest, there was baby boy, curled up beside her. See he’s been sneezing nonstop for the last couple of days, and has just slept. So Podrick has 3 days of saved up energy.

So while I sat on the couch, I hacked into Crystal’s Chromebook, and then hacked into her WordPress. With a whispered, “I’m in.” I was in. I had access to all of her systems. But I’m a hacker, a ghost. I do what I want, and leave no trace. But this time, I did leave a trace – I made a post on her site. You may have seen it, and you were totes fooled huh? I knew it. It’s really a gift. The power to slide in and out of various systems with no one knowing.

I am a god.

Afterwards, I opened up Balatro, and carried on with a fan I was playing about a week back. Well, Past Shawshank didn’t know how to the play the game, and by round 8, I upgraded Flush to level 1. What?so after that game, I vowed to do better. And better I did.

Once Crystal got up, and snuggled onto the couch, I put on Crown Jewel for us to watch. I saved it, because I know there were some wrestlers that Crystal enjoys, so I knew she wanted to watch. We were both sports entertained.

We showered multiple times. The fever clawing and holding on for dear life. After a quick meal of grilled cheese and tomato soup (just a little soup for Crystal), we watched some episodes of Star Trek: Strange New Worlds. Then some TikTok’s and then the sweet release of sleep.

Here we are. In a few hours, we’ll head over to Shady Acres for Thanksgiving dinner. It’s been raining out, so I don’t think I’ll be going on the roof today.

More coffee please!!

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 🙂

I get the shivers when I look into your eyes

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Good morning everyone. The sun is shining and there’s just a slight breeze this morning. I slept ok. I was up a lot, trying to get comfortable. The. I was too hot, then too cold. It was a strangely warm evening into overnight.

It was a terrible day at work. It was a holiday here – non paid of course. But we really could have used a third person. It was insanity. They just wouldn’t stop coming. And most of them were idiots. I got some bad news from my mom about my grandmother, and with that, and the absolute tools that were coming into the store, I was ready to just scream and scream.

I finally got home and watched NXT. But I just wasn’t into it. Maybe it was a lacklustre episode, or something else. I don’t know.

I need an allergy pill and coffee. Happy whatever day it is today. I hope it’s a good one for you b