It’s finally Friday. I woke up when Shawshank did, with the alarm telling something about sports. Fortunately, even with Pippin screaming at me, I dozed for a couple of hours.
Yesterday, I spent a couple of hours working to get ahead of Shawshank in the game. I’m a couple of “days” ahead of him at this point, but I’ll spent some of this morning getting a bigger buffer. Shawshank blows right through all the story fluff, and I prefer to treat it like a show. What might be two hours of game to me will be barely an hour to him.
After he came home and was settled, he cut all the little elastics out of my locs. It took me at least an hour to unbraid and remove them. Removal was a little bittersweet, as it’s probably my last time having them because my hair is so bad. I really loved how they made me feel. At the same time, I missed properly scratching my head. Once the mail gets working again, I’m planning to find some crochet wig caps to install them on. Instant locs.
Today is going to be the same, just with bad hair. I’m going to try to stream a bit before he comes home.
