Good morning, world. I had a shitty sleep, and the world must pay for it. I couldn’t fall asleep for anything, not for love nor money, as my grandfather would say. My brain wouldn’t shut off at all. The brain-bees were not ready for sleep. The hive wanted to be active. There were things to obsess over, don’t you know.
I’m sure it was after midnight, probably closer to 1am, when I finally crashed. I eventually coaxed Chaucer into the bedroom so he’d hit those sleepytime pressure points on my legs. Additionally, I busted out one of the guided “talk down” videos on YouTube and listened to that. Eventually, I slept. I’m chalking it up being too social and dance-y yesterday.
I listened to music all afternoon while I fussed with fabrics. I made an attempt to draft a pattern on the dress form, but got overwhelmed as fuck. Instead, I sewed up two pairs of pants, which now need waistbands and cuffs before they’re finished. While I didn’t make anything, I learned how to do French seams, and my first try didn’t turn out too badly. Unrelated to crafting, there was drama among the hoes of Bluesky.
I took bath after dinner. I felt like I needed it.
Shawshank‘s working tonight, so I expect it’ll be a repeat of last night.
