My March has been an interesting one.

At work i’ve been fighting a fire that keeps reigniting from its embers every few days. The stress has a lot. And i’m two men down on a four man team.

That’s an overstatement of course. But out contractor that’s been on a year has been underwhelming and the newest hire still isn’t fully onboarded. So it definitely feels that way.

I’ll be honest tho. It’s been oddly reassuring of my own skills. Which is weird but at least my imposter syndrome is on hiatus.

While writing this i’m getting caught up on The Pitt. I love how this show can suck you in each and every hour.

Jacob just left. He had to head home after his girlfriend got jealous that he got McDonald’s without her.

And, honestly? Fair.

He was over because I point blank told him i needed him to be. First call in on that one in our friendship. But I had a really good excuse: I had been in the middle of an FBI man hunt for most of the day.

My nephew, Sammy, decided to make a run for it through a child safe lock on the front door of my sister’s house while his dad was making him breakfast.

Ok, so it wasn’t quite a man hunt man hunt as it was a non-verbal autistic 6 year old hint. But, honestly this was probably more stressful.

I texted every single person I knew in the area asking them to keep an eye out. We had at least 7 DL dudes from Grindr on the case along with the young adult congregation from the local Six Flags Over Jesus.

Thank the sweet lord above, they found him relatively near by and mostly unscathed. He got into it with an ant nest from the looks of it and will be slathered in cream for quite a while. But I’m a million times happier than the alternatives we were all forced to be thinking about in the few hours he was gone.

And don’t get me fucking started on how hot the FBI agent was. 🥺

Jacob’s birthday was Monday.

We spent a good chunk of the evening together and saw some great local comics. I don’t talk about blessings often but i’m truly blessed to have that man in my life. He always knows how to handle me at my worst and how to amplify my best.

Here’s to his 25th year around the sun.

When I was 24, I was filled with so much hope. He’s truly poised for greatness. He preaches to me the things i preach to him and we would both be better off if we followed our own advice.

On the media front, I’ve fallen way behind on British soaps. I do love a good binge when it comes to those, so i’m fine with it. I just feel like i’m wasting my BritBox subscription.

American Dad is back on Fox. I’m caught up now and it’s still hitting in all four quadrants for me. I’m not sure why but it’s the one Seth McFarlane show I could watch Anytime. The Fox part is just good because it means i can watch it via Hulu now.

Pokopia has been my main game this month. That and WWE 2K26. A very cute life sim where you can do anything you want and a cash grab wrestling game that I still really enjoy playing for some reason.

I stopped watching Drag Race. 5th year in a row that I dipped out before the end. Nothing specific happened. But, the March Game episode didn’t help—it’s honestly that i hate having to use my Spectrum Cable app to watch it.

The Pitt ended on a crazy cliffhanger. A shocker to no one. But, also… a fucking head lock? In a hospital bed?!

The first new episode of The Comeback auto played. This show is so fucking good. Definitely my plan for the rest of tonight before I go to bed at 10:30 like an old man.

The gallery at the top is a smattering of pictures from the month. It’s been a good one so far, even if it’s the month with a the longest stretch between paychecks for me. 😞

Goodnight, internet. I hope tomorrow treats you well. 💜