Hello, world. It’s Thursday, and for the moment, there is sunshine out there. I heard a pretty loud thunderstorm overnight, as well as a milder one this morning. I vaguely felt Shawshank lock Podrick out of the bedroom.
I was productive yesterday. Shawshank had put my “smutty blankets”1 on the bed so I had no excuse not to take some pics. I put my hair in hot rollers. While my hair set, I hauled my light, tripod, and speaker into the bedroom. By the time my hair cooled off, I had the bedroom set up. With my hair all curled, I looked like a hot 80’s cougar. My plan was to put on some 80’s hits and be the stereotypical Gen X hot neighbor fantasy. Then I smoked, consequently forgot to put on the 80’s hits, and aside from hitting the record button, my plan collapsed.
I hauled everything back out of the bedroom and fixed myself some chicken nuggets for dinner. While dinner cooked, I put things together so I could stream on TikTok. A lot of regulars came in. I kept things going as long as I could, but unfortunately, Podrick was in asshole mode. Unwilling to keep getting up to get him out of trouble, I gave up and turned off the stream.
The overnight thunderstorms mark the beginning of what looks like a week of bleary weather. I get the feeling Pod is going to be in dipshit mode all fucking day.
- “smutty blankets” are just plain flannel sheets to cover up the patchwork quilt and pillows, so I’m the focus, not my mother-in-law’s sewing skills ↩︎
