I'm fucked. its daft o'clock and I need to sleep. Dont think thats gonna happen with a house full of visiting big woofy dogs (which I think has scared the cats shitless).
I've had about 4 pints of tea now
night shifts are poo.
there must be easier ways to earn beer /food tokens. I cant see me dancing this dance for many years longer.
I seem to go through waves of acceptance of the situation followed by a period of begrudging the waste of my time, the only problem is the the ratios are changing! The puppett is growning tired and restless.
There must be a better dance than this one!