carnalascetic

Clarification: I just realized that what I've been calling a scissor lift (just following what my boss and everyone else was calling it) is actually a "stand up lift truck". A scissor lift is something else entirely. Oooops.

Statement: I'm house sitting for my Mom. She's in the hospital on some monitor for observation. Nothing dire yet. The cardiologist is just trying to figure out what's wrong with her. I'm going by tomorrow morning before I head to work to see how she's doing. Hopefully they'll know something more by then too.

Commentary: I'm sure I've mentioned it before, but I hate house-sitting for my Mom. Something is so lonely and depressing about it; even when the cat and dog are here.

Statement: Will know when I can get in to get ink'd tomorrow.

Statement: Now I'm going to find something to occupy my mind. Something before the Giant Space Marmots open a dimensional rift underneath this house. Oh yes, unless we remain vigilant these stocky burrowing rodents from beyond will emerge. From realms of ghastly, terrible beings and horrible gibbering things they will come. Space rodents. Space rodents intent on enveloping mankind in a nightmare of their own grotesque and hideous contrivance.

Idle minds feed their eldritch magicks you know...