Tour of Doody

I think that title takes the cakes as the corniest pun I've ever come up with.

It's about Beast. And how she has a penchant for shitting a lot.

It has become a losing battle against maintaining a level of stasis in my room, where it doesn't reek of stewed death. I have inherited the sickness of Shay, and it has made it so I can no longer smell anything. So it's all right for me, but not so all right for everyone else at Skeletech...

It seems that my daily to-do list (like I actually make a list...) has been reduced to either a) clean cat box, b) buy cat litter or c) find some way to make money to buy cat litter.

BUT! By miracle of the ....magnets... Shay has just accosted me to cut their hair today. So that puts one more thing on my list. Which means it might actually qualify as a list. Which, in turn, means that I'm a real person after all.

Praise the lawd.

CAT LITTER, HO!