Hello, internet. It’s humpday. I’m awake, and have been for about an hour now. Chaucer assumed my sleep mask was part of the blanket and walked across my face. I was sort of awake at that point, but it definitely pushed me over the line.
Yesterday sucked. I started the day with anxiety for no real reason. Apparently being ok for too long makes my brain feel weird and scary and it defaults back to shit mode. I tried to occupy myself by working on my coat. Three or four days of smooth sailing through its assembly came to an end yesterday, because everything went wrong. First, I misaligned two parts when pinning them, and things are asymmetric for the moment. Then, when I pinned two pieces of the liner together, I misaligned those as well. Both of these issues happened before Shawshank even made it home for lunch. He asked if I needed a seam ripper, but it would take me longer to pull them apart than to make adjustments to fix them. I struggled for at least another hour after our lunch break, then unceremoniously dropped the entire pile of fabric onto a cat bed, pins and all, to be dealt with later.
There was no “later”.
After lunch, I watched a Discord server implode, which didn’t help my mood. I put on something comfy-cute to spin in, then fired up Tiktok to do a live stream. Alas, not even a live stream could help my mood by that point. I managed a bit more than an hour of spin time, but wasn’t feeling it. I think my lack of enthusiasm showed, because I only saw about a third of the visitors I normally do.
This morning, I’m going to take a shower, wash my hair, and try to have a better day.
