October 9, 2018 by sandwichcontrol
Head out on the cry way.
It’s not your birthday.
Eazy is pissed at me because I locked the cats in the laundry room on Sunday night to prevent them from being harassed by dogs.
At least that’s what I assume because he’s MIA again. I’m sure he’ll turn up.
I kicked the shit out of yesterday.
And I did a little trash-picking…
Sometimes people turn into wraiths. And it always surprises me.
I rounded the evening out with Mr. Boobodie’s orchestra concert at school.
I’m making slow, but steady, progress on the three reading fronts.
I’m whittling down my stack of single issue comics. I’ve got about 5 hours left in the audiobook of “Her Fearful Symmetry”, and I’m in the 170s in “Lethal White”.
I’m hoping to get quite a bit read today.
Right after this coffee.
Tonight I’m having dinner with my siblings for Prince Jazzbo’s birthday. Then Gabtheblab has a volleyball double header.
See ya’ tomorrow.
More soon. ~SC
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