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Got a 100 year plan you jus’ think about the today

Posted on by Shawshank

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 🙂

Just try your best try everything you can

Posted on by Shawshank

Good morning my friends. I had an ok sleep. The bed was the most perfect temperature. I only had to get up once in the night. Twice, if you count me kicking the kitten out of the bedroom. and we’ve awoken to a gray morning. I think there may be a chance for rain possibly today.

Thankfully it’s not calling for rain today, since we’re heading to SlightlyBiggerTown for some much needed supplies in a couple of hours. So it’ll be a nice drive there, and back. And just think, we’ll be coming back with Subway for lunch. We really just have to remember to find a good snack for dinner, that way we’re not having two large meals.

I don’t even really want to talk about work yesterday so I really won’t. It was terrible. And sucked majorly. So with that said, I don’t need to say anything else on the subject, so here’s a picture of Podrick requesting to be drawn like a French girl.

And what the hell is on Joey’s head?

Posted on by Shawshank

The Beautiful One let me sleep in this morning. I was slowly starting to wake up. Or in my dream I was starting to wake up. It felt like I was. But dream Shawshank was slowly waking up. The last time I was awake was when I ushered Podrick out of the room around 5 am.

All that stand between me and a whole weekend off, is an 8 hour shift. We walked in, I notice the gas pumps are blocked off. Great. It’s gonna be one of those days. I find out that the “assistant mabager@ decided to shut off the pumps without saying a work to BossLady, nor Daddy. Great. Now we have to deal with the fallout, if BossLady, or anyone from home office called or stopped in.

What was really pissing me off was people would pull up, drive through the pumps, and read the sign that I put up, drive through the other set of pumps to read the sign that I put up. Then they stop in the middle of the lot, get out the car, and walk in and ask “so, I can’t get gas?” I slipped once and asked the old woman who did the above, and asked her if she read the sign. She said yes. At that point I had to walk away. I couldn’t anymore.

Hopefully, the pumps are working. I work with bing bing. So I need the pumps to be working. Please let the pumps be working.

It’s gonna be a good day, even better with moar coffee.

And I’m too clever, and then I’m too fucking dumb

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I’m awake. I’ve been mostly awake since about 5. Podrick was playing this morning, and at one point, I had to go to the bathroom, and had to move his brick back out of the bathroom, and back to the laundry area. It’s just the timend year where sometimes it’s just chilly. Even with snuggly blankets.

He was just active this morning with his soda cap. Right out in front of the closed bedroom door. I opened the door, blindly felt for the cap, and closed the door again. Good times lol.

Back to work this afternoon. I think it’s gonna be a pretty good day today. The sun is shining, and doesn’t seem too breezy out there. 2 shifts and the weekend is mine! Viva la weekend!

I get the shivers when I look into your eyes

Posted on by Shawshank

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