So my dogs are at the groomer, it would be the perfect time for me to clean the house, but do you think I'm doing that, even though my house is disgusting?
Nah, fam.
I'm sitting on my couch like a lump, with soup in my oversized mug and a Hot Pocket, rolling through the second season of Black Butler. I want to feel ashamed, I do.
But I don't.
Oh well. If anything, I can clean tonight when I'm unable to sleep.
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Side note, it's freezing in here but I have no clue how to work my new thermostat. It's one of those weird, creepy smart ones and I'm afraid to mess with it lest the AI overlords come down on me with an iron fist. I guess I'll just make a blanket fort.
I hope you guys are all having lovely days so far!