She's Just Playing Hard To Get in Hello

  • Sept. 18, 2021, 5:46 p.m.
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Ended up calling the work messenger at three something in the morning saying I wont be in. Pretext, we literally only have ONE job running and NO material to run anything else with. That’s not good. At all.

Stayed up till eleven-? this morning. I’ve been catching reruns of the show Monk and I knew a marathon started then. Alas I was out within a few minutes of the theme song. Got up after six. Pot roast about eight.

Seriously. I had…not a craving. It was just the sheer, “boredom,” I was facing that brought up the thought of getting hammered. It has since passed. Right now I’m wrapped in a blanket with Smokey curled in my lap.

Thought about going for a walk downtown but thanks to gentrification there will be too many folks hanging out and around the park. Supposed to rain the rest of the weekend so I may just chill inside and do one of these projects I’ve slowly collected since Christmas.

I know I’m going to be up till way past sunrise. Might just stay up and make a day of it. Why not, right? I’ve got coal and plenty to cook. I’ll figure out something for the ole menu tonight.

I guess this is the situation I’m in. I don’t make plans. I just blunder from one day to the next with basically only my work schedule to go by. If I could get to bed by at least four I could get up at ten or eleven and get a few things done instead of sleeping till two.

Ferret Mom September 20, 2021

Graveyard shift is hell... also fucks up your days.

J.E. Ferret Mom ⋅ September 20, 2021

Yes it does.

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