Good morning, people, and happy Tuesday. It’s a dark one out there. I hope y’all achieved sleep. In a shocking twist, I stayed in bed all night. Shawshank woke me up in the middle of the night because Chaucer was horking in the bedroom. Even so, I managed to go back to sleep. It seems like a better sleep only requires that no one touches me at all. Also, I took extra drugs.
Monday’s sloth-mode was uneventful. I put on real clothes, but only because I dyed my hair and didn’t want to wear the rammy-jammies. I had a little trouble with the color, and my roots aren’t as well done as I’d have liked. This was mostly due to trying to control a handful of loose, jellylike bullshit that wants to be on the floor. It wants to make a mess. It wants to stain my scalp. I’ll have to start ordering a brand with a thicker consistency from Amazon. I left the remains of all my dye back in Florida.
Shawshank spent the afternoon watching Critical Role. I “played” Subnautica again. Maybe it would be different if I was actually playing, but I can’t sit and watch five hours of D&D on TV. My new phone arrived yesterday, and I let it do its initial setup while I played with the Switch. Shawshank popped out to the post office yesterday afternoon and picked it up. He returned with a warning not to open the door for strange old women.
Why? Well, the town postmistress (or whatever) is also the town gossip. I’m sure she’s been just waiting to know what’s up with the new addressee showing up in the PO box. She told him she would come by some day and introduce herself to me.
Nope. Sorry. I’ll be busy that day. Which day? That day. All the days.
As for today, I’m doing a little more shopping. I also need to call my credit card company and have them reset my account’s password so I can log in and make a payment. Shawshank has work, but the shop is closed so it might be an easy day for him. And since I just wasted the last 30 minutes fucking with my OF account, I guess I should get dressed and assume a human form.
