Podrick is getting better, mostly, in the morning. He was just a little bit Podrick. He knocked down the box of Q-Tips, and that’s what really woke me up. So I rolled out of bed.

I guess it’s time to start the day.

It’s still freakin cold out there.

It’s almost the weekend. I’m still trying to lock down Crystal’s birthday present, and I’m stressing out about it. I’m really trying to not be me. If I’m me, I’m calling and texting, until I annoy them enough that they reply. I texted once yesterday afternoon, and now I’ll wait.

If this falls through, I’m fucked. I have nothing else for her. And we’re two fucking hours away from civilization. At this point, it gives me anxiety when I think about it. There’s no plan b.

I’m off this weekend, so we’ll be heading into SlightlyBiggerTown for some supplies. Nothing out of the ordinary is needed, but the basics will be. Other than that, chores, and relaxation.

Ok, I need to refill my coffee, and let Pippin out of the bedroom. Happy Friyay everyone! Fuck yeah, it’s the weekend!