Monday on a Tuesday

Monday Monday... even though it's Tuesday... some days just feel like Mondays, and this is one of them.

Need to do useful householdy things, like the rest of the laundry I didn't do last week, and maybe try to muck-out the pigsty that my room has become...

Yet don't want to do any of thet. Want to write angsty jack!porn and probably should follow my muses before they get fed up of waiting and go play elswhere again.

*really needs to do that mucking-out though*

eesh.

( Jack )

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Apparantly now... we're getting 4 homeless chickens. To live in the back garden.

Uh...


yey?



I dunno, at this point in the evening all I can think is "This means when dining outdoors we're going to have to watch out for chicken-poo, and if they eat half the damn garden I shall not be best amused..."

Swiftly followed by "And dude... WTF do you think you're going to put a coop...?"

And after a few moments taken to write this entry, there's also a side order of "Oh great, that means I get 4 chickens to deal with as well as the pup and the kitty the next time they fuck off for a week..."


As you can tell, I'm apparently in a rather negative frame of mind this evening. One of those moments where everything is just too much trouble.

I should probably go to bed, and think porny!Jack thoughts.