discolé monade

i'm sorry about your pups. but at least you know they are going to a good place. and your niece will keep tabs on them for you, i'm sure. and moving? like out of state? or your own abode?

nope. what would the point of getting on be then? than? getting on the ride, that is. did that sound hai?

i thought you didn't start until tomorrow?

whelp. i did it. i was an absolute waste of a carbon based life form.

do you feel like shit? i always feel like shit after a nap. even if needed.

fucking pacterd.

fine. but it's these types of shenanigans that lead to malarkey.

that is more like a fuck~ton of shit. also. i got absolutely nothing. and i mean, nothing done today. nothing.

i watched some dude rob the apt. c laundry room. got the change machine and couple washer/dryers.

gawd damnit tsar. ALWAYS beats me to it.

no. you.

laundromats are a crap shoot. some can be pretty...ok. some are sketchy af. sorry.

+10 prep/reason skills.

2 hours later. this is me, not getting shit done. ffs.

yeah...that's the other thing. and it's currently riding @ #1 on the list of 'wtf else can happen?' i have to move the masonry on that piece. which is fine. i'm going to use it as a border. and then plant 'spiky/thorny' plants. because apparently that fucks with 'feng shui'.

ok... AI, calm down.

hmmm. weird. all these years i thought it was 42. go god!

what is the answer to life, the universe, and everything?

bloody hell... ANYWAY... i think i may have to go clothes shopping. i have a few 'office' outfits that i can get through the week with...but, after that...i'll be 'so last week'

ew.

that's not how this works.