Life The song we sang on that fateful night: it didn’t actually sound anything like this song. Shawshank, March 15, 2025 Here I am. I didn’t forget I promise. I just can’t form coherent thoughts at 5 in the morning, so I figured I’d just post when I got home from work. Greetings from north of the wall. It’s freaking cold out there. The wind never seems to stop at work…. Continue Reading
Life Keep it quiet, keep it tired, oh, somebody’s touching me Shawshank, March 14, 2025 Fuck Trudeau man, fuuuuck him. Well, he’s gone now, now who ya gonna blame? Good Friyay morning everyone! For those of you that don’t work the weekend, woohoo! Ya made it to your rest days. For everyone else, hey maybe you’ll get a day off Saturday afternoon! Work wasn’t too… Continue Reading
Life Oh, when I’m like this, you’re the one I trust Shawshank, March 13, 2025 I’m awake. The bed was way too snuggly this morning, especially when I look outside, and the wind is blowing. It’s looks absolutely nasty out there. Hopefully, the wind will have died down by the time I have to go into work. Work was wicked slow yesterday for some reason…. Continue Reading
Life The Express Lane! But they don’t take checks Shawshank, March 12, 2025 Good morning my friends, I trust y’all had a great sleep. Me? I slept like a baby. I pretty much greened out last night. I barely got through the night bathroom chores. I stripped off as I stumbled, and by the tone Crystal got into the bedroom, I was already… Continue Reading
Life In the criminal justice system, the people are represented by two separate yet equally important groups Shawshank, March 11, 2025 There’s nothing better than closing last night, and having a mid shift this morning. You see, I have a love/hate relationship with the alarm. Once the alarm is set, I’ll wake up multiple times, long before the alarm. So when the alarm actually goes off, it scares me awake. Good… Continue Reading
Life Very superstitious, the Devil’s on his way Shawshank, March 10, 2025 Good Monday morning everyone. Another gray day out there, the Flat is awake and we’re typing up our morning posts, while the talking heads talk on TV. Chaucer is slowly lowering himself down onto my lap, while Pippin wants up as well. The laundry got taken care of yesterday, but… Continue Reading