If there’s one time of day that I hate, it’s 4:13am. That time of day, that particular minute in particular, can fuck right off. Nothing I did let me get back to sleep. I think I struggled for an hour before I put on my headphones and found a sleep talk-down thing. Unfortunately, I didn’t make the greatest choice of what to listen to. Eventually, right before the alarm, my body insisted that I leave the bedroom. I turned on the coffee maker and put on a hoody and waited for Shawshank to wake up. If I had been thinking, I would have come out to the living room and done some early morning Twitter shmoozing.
We enjoyed our lazy day at home yesterday. Shawshank started laundry. I sorted through my clothes so they weren’t strewn willy-nilly across three locations in the bedroom. The clothes are still in three locations in the bedroom, but they’re organized.
Shawshank wants to catch up on his backlog of Critical Role while he has the time off today and tomorrow. I’ll probably do some painting. I’m pretty sure we heard Ruth leaving her apartment next door, so I won’t feel too bad if I want to try the airbrush today. I have no drive to do anything* these last couple of days, so it’s debatable about whether that will even happen. Will I nap? Will I paint? Who knows. I certainly don’t.
*except maybe stare at my Deku Deals wishlist and think about buying things because they’re on sale but put it off because I don’t want to spend $13 right now then forget and get upset that I missed the deal on the game(s) I probably won’t play for 7 months.
