Hello, Tuesday. We’re up, and it’s snowing. Podrick is pulling single pieces of kibble out of the RoboFeeder. We’ve wasted time looking at pics from the Met Gala. It’s snowing, did I mention that already?
I got a message from Amazon yesterday about the laptop, wanting to confirm the shipping address or get another one. When I put it in the cart, Amazon told me it couldn’t go to the post office address. Fine, it’s a big box, expensive item, whatever. I switched the address to Shawshank‘s work, added some earbuds and a cable, and checked out. Everything shipped separately, because of course it fucking did. Yesterday morning, the earbuds arrived at work. Just before Shawshank left the house, I had to confirm the address because it wasn’t coming up in the shipment system. I confirmed that it was correct – I’d literally just gotten word one package was waiting for us – but gave them the address to Shady Acres just in case. Five minutes later, I had a tracking number– and the laptop is going to the post office.
I messed around with Civ and washed my hair. That’s the extent of my Monday. I feel like that’s going to be the regular agenda until I can start streaming again. I could make an appearance on Tiktok, but they’re so strict these days.
