Scratch That
I didn’t feel like I slept poorly, but I could barely drag myself out of bed this morning. I managed to get out of the house, but it just never got any better. I grabbed Burger King on the way out of town, and it was good, but it didn’t help. Nothing was able to perk me up.
We went to Sonic, but had a change of order. I had really been wanting to try their Tropical Heat Smasher, and they had cheap slushes, so I just built my own combo with some free onion rings. It cost more than usual, and I got less food, but it was good. While we were there a lady pulled out of the drive-through to park, and asked if she could give Muad’Dib some chicken. She gave him her entire order of chicken bites, then opened a bottle of water for him. I think she was the same lady that had done it before, because she again threw it all down at once and just let him have at it, and it was too hot and too fast for him to take, so I had to pull it away from him for a while.
The afternoon dragged on as well, even with taking a walk out to the shipping office. It’s still empty out there, so I don’t know what we’re waiting on. They never did reassemble the desk correctly. We made it to the end of the day, and arrived home to find a pile of stuff outside the garage. I had to go unbox all of that before I could even park.
Summer got home just after we got inside, and then assaulted me with loud conversation when I just wanted to crash. I eventually got some quiet, and then we ate some leftovers before I took Muad’Dib on a short run. When we got back, Summer got Muad’Dib all riled up in bed while I was laying under the covers, and he reared back and gave me a nasty gash right in the middle of my glasses, so I guess I really need to go schedule an appointment to get a new prescription anyway.
You eediot!