Life Because, maybe that’s what we need, that’s what we need, pink panther isolator Shawshank, November 11, 2023 It’s dark and cold. It must be the morning. Yep, that’s right, it’s Saturday morning. And it’s a full weekend for me! Woohoo! Last week was the last Saturday I’ll work at my current job. You see, I have four more shifts there. Anyways, around 9am I called the doctors… Continue Reading
Life No harvest moon to light one tender August night Shawshank, November 10, 2023 Ugh. Thank the gods it’s Friyay. It’s been a long long week. The days have been going kinda fast, but the week has dragged. The last ever ladies night went off without a hitch. They didn’t want to leave last night. I got home right at 10. From there I… Continue Reading
Life I got a jones for your affection like a monkey on my back Shawshank, November 9, 2023 I slept like the dead. But only if I was on my back, or my right hand side. At one point I was sleeping m, and one of the cats decided to use my chest as a spring board. That was fun. I’d be willing to suspect that it was… Continue Reading
Life Here I am stuck in the middle with you Shawshank, November 8, 2023 So it snowed. And snowed yesterday. At one point there was no visibility at all out there. It snowed for hours, and when it finally stopped – I was left alone on the store. We were closed, but it let me get a lot of things done. More than if… Continue Reading
Life The party raged and the guests were screaming Shawshank, November 7, 2023 We’re under a freezing rain warning this morning. It’s grey and cold out there. So, pretty much a typical early winter morning, north of the wall. Good morning my friends! It’s Tuesday morning. It’s a typical morning here. Chaucer has already gotten sick, and that’s been cleaned up Crystal has… Continue Reading
Life ‘Cause that’s my fun day (Woah, woah, woah, woah) Shawshank, November 6, 2023 So this is what 7am actual feels like? I’m not too sure that I like it too much. Getting up this early is for the birds. Anyways, here we are – Monday morning, as it is. We’re all awake in the Flat. Chaucer, is already holding my legs down. He’s… Continue Reading