*poking at my non-existent abs*

I’m going on 8 days of sickness now. The steriod I’m taking won’t let me sleep so here I am writing this pointless journal post at 2am.

I’m so disappointed in the fact that with all the coughing I’ve done these past 8 days, day and night, I don’t have a fucking 6 pack. My body has gone through the wringer. (I had to look up the definition of “wringer” to make sure I used that correctly)

Tank’s been very annoyed with me because I haven’t been sleeping and therefore constantly getting up and making noise. I just moved to the livingroom and we both finally got settled in, and then he farts. Seriously. Puppy farts are the worst.

I made myself some tea in hopes it will help with sleep, but now Tank is attacking his toy duck and being annoying.

The Tankster. He’s gotten a bit bigger since then.

He’s the newest addition to my animal family. I’ll share my other babies in a later post. Camellia is in desperate need of grooming. She currently looks like chewbaca and an ewok mixed together. My groomer has been having a lot of health problems so she’s had to push back the appointment.

My geckos have been pissed off at me since I moved them to a new aquarium. They just started eating about a week ago and I moved them after Thanksgiving. Zilla is a bit more forgiving but Yoga holds grudges. It looks like Yoga is about to shed which is a good sign I think.

Triden, my beardie, has been LOVING the move. He’s a whole new reptile. He’s been very active and eating much better. He loves watching tv so I think that’s a big part of it. He loves football. I need to make him a little cheesehead.

They make me happy. They give me purpose.