The Michael Swayne Story V: King of his Castle

I think I have cracked the code in order to calm U down at night and not have him acting super crazy. All I have to do is give him the shirt off my back. He's sleeping so peacefully now. The only thing confirming that he isn't dead is the fact that his front paw will twitch from time to time, as if he is swatting at something in his dream.

So now I am cold because I am can't be bothered to put on another shirt. And to prevent any extra unwanted chill, I will try and make this entry short.

I rode to Sinking Spring today to deliver. I also went and bought cat food and some new AAA batteries for my headlight. On the way back home, the newspaper's owner passed me on the road. And then I found a bungee strap. Then I fed the animals, and then fell asleep.

Dad stopped by. Usual icy disposition toward him. Then he left.

I slept some more.

I played video games. Information as to what is described in tonight's entry of my gaming blog.

And now I am typing this. I like typing these entries. It allows me to put all of my thoughts elsewhere so I don't have to think about them so much. There's already some many things up there in my brain that daily goings-on doesn't really have a place unless it's extremely important. This is kind of like the Pensieve or something.

Tomorrow is going to be another dreary day. The kind of day best spent under the covers while playing video games. I hope to do just that tomorrow. And with that, that's all for now. I hope to see you around the forums, and until then...

Later!

Michael