Day 2

Went to Walmart after work today, bought 80 rolls of TP, so that problem solved.  Go big then go home I guess. Forgot what I went there for and came out with beef jerky, a new pillow and some socks, none of which are things I needed ... besides the TP. Definitely needed that.  My plan to turn Moxie into a mummy can come to fruition.  So many adventures!
  Having trouble with this ‘sleeping during the day’ thing.  Been researching vampires and mostly learned that I need to fill my bed with soil and all sharp wooden objects need to be packed up.  Didn’t help me sleep though, just got dirt in my ear. 
  Fridge ‘ingredients’ still not maturing into cake or lasagne.  I’ll give it a couple more days.  In the meantime, I talked to my friend on the phone, the one with the weird name, Pizza Hotline, he’s coming by with chinese food or something... I was too hungry to pay attention to what he was saying but he’s solid like that. 
  All this time at home means I get to catch up on my chores.   Started going through all my cluttered paperwork and stuff... started jamming everything down my kitchen sink.  25 minutes later I realized I don’t in fact own a garberator. Maybe I’ll start a papier-mâché project instead. 
  Decided that wearing my movie quality Stormtrooper helmet while I do housework is the only way to get things done. #adulting 
  

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