I love my dog, his name is Falcore (like the never ending story) He is a small mutt and he is around five years old. He gets grumpier with age, every day, I see his movements slowing and he gets shaky. He has something glazing over his eyes, he’s getting groomed, I can tell his vision’s fading. It’s sad.

Every day forward, we are doing division flash cards. Fourth grade for me was when the pandemic hit, I couldn’t really pay attention, the only times or division tables I know are zero, ones, twos, threes (sorta), fours, fives, sevens, tens, and elevens. Thankfully, as I enter high school, my dad got me dollar tree division flash cards, and every day forward five minutes, I try to say the answer, I know, I’m dumb. Thanks to my dad for trying to make me smarter.

GUYS I GOT ATTACKED BY A FUCKING DOG?! I THOUGHT THE DOG AND I WERE CHILL AND HE LUNGED AT ME AND GOT MY LIP!

Edit: here’s an image of the damage, it hurts like a bitch

Guys, I don’t know what sleep deprived trip I was on, but I had a dream about GOING TO COLLEGE FOR PHYSICS! I DON’T EVEN LIKE MATH!

R.I.P old recliner chair

it’s back snapped. ☹️

WHO THE FUCK PUT THE TOILET PAPER ROLL LIKE THOS IM CRASHING OOITJR!

I forgot to take my meds and I had a panic attack when I first woke up.

I drool in my sleep and can’t stop it. Any tips?