8am: Sleeping in is the best especially when you dream about being a part of PACIFIC RIM
8:30am: The only thing that sucks about feeding Max now is that he begs for his medicine & drools all over my hands.
10am: Can’t get enough of My Little Pony.
11am: I would enjoy snuggling with Max more if he farted on me less.
12:30pm: Oh yeah I should probably do laundry I guess?
2pm: I only have like 12 bags that I packed for my week long dogsitting job. I pack too much.
3pm: Mike took me to the library! I had 10 books on hold… (already had 8 on loan)
3:30pm: Oh it’s so nice to come home to… growls from Frumples oh and also poop in the living room, hey that’s nice.
4:00pm: UNPACKINGGGG why do I have so much stuff.
4:10pm: Somehow I managed to wash all of my kleenexes while doing laundry.
5:00pm: BLEACH IS MY FRIENDDDDDDDDDD. And hey, less stinky chacos, awesome!
5:15pm: Hey, eating like five pounds of brownies sounds pretty great!
5:30pm: Let’s refold everything in my dresser, that also sounds pretty great.
5:50pm: Why did I eat five pounds of brownies that was not great #iamsodumb
6:00pm: I feel sad and my bed is covered in brownie crumbs
6:30pm: Hey, since I’m home, I should write out all of my recipe cards!
7:00pm: My hands hurt. Going to read some Johnny Wander, instead.
7:15pm: Now I wish I drew regularly and could do slice of life comics.
8:30pm: Compromised and wrote a stupid blog post.
Don’t be jealous of my downtime.