1988

Bout myself a Big Muff Metal today.  Will plug it into the pedal board soon.  Damn thing didn't come with a wall wart.

Pete actually made an appearance.  He was sober.  A shocking turn of events.  I hope he stays that way for his own good.  Same bullshit stories, still no release date.  Album is done and is rotting in the can.  I feel bad for him to a certain extent.

Washed Lucky.  Will have to keep doing that once a week or until we get the ticks under control again.  He's allergic to the anti-tick meds, so there's not much hope for saving the season.

Made dinner last two night in a row.  Tired of cooking.  It's not for me.  William doesn't want me messing up the kitchen anyway, so he can just do it no matter how bad he feels.

Writing again.  Hardcore D/S stuff.  Takes a lot out of me.  William doesn't want me writing, constantly asks who I'm talking to, then rolls his eyes when I tell him I'm writing.  I don't think it's fair, I don't give him grief for playing video games or watching Game of Thrones.  I just let him do because it makes him happy.  Oh well.

Not much else going on really.  Still learning at work and slowly getting acclimated.  New York is getting hit with snow and the family has to go back in a week or so.  They're not going to like it.  Oddly enough I enjoy being alone in the house, if not the constant phone calls to see where I am an what I'm doing.

Fic Fodder, can work this into the Mint story.

Trin is just full of ideas.  Hope I'm getting the characters at least kind of right for the time period.  Gah!