Man, I’m really starting to fall apart over here. I already don’t sleep well when I’m in charge of grandpa and on top of that I hurt myself yesterday to the point that I was in searing pain for the entire night and most of today. I’ll never understand how it is my body won’t just sleep when I’m extremely tired. It must be some kind of insane survival instinct that I can’t turn off. If my lizard brain thinks I’m in danger it won’t let me rest. Whatever I guess. It is what it is. I’m in charge of Grampus at least till Tuesday. Unfortunately we ran out of the easy food so I’ll have to actually cook the last 5 days.
If I had any sense I’d cook until I got tired then coast until the next person took over, but apparently I’m a dipshit who doesn’t think of these things.
I hate cooking. I always have and it’s obvious. The longer I go on cooking the less happy everyone I feed gets. The upshot is that when someone else cooks after I have a go that person gets all kinds of praise because even the slightest bit of effort is better than my best cooking.
I need to lay down for just a minute. Please become a patron with any of the above links if you like. I’ll see you Monday if we don’t run into each other on social media.