It’s time to wake up, y’all. I’m up, because I don’t sleep*. We’re up, because Chaucer was up. The coffee’s rather good this morning, at least.
Our Saturday was decent. Shawshank worked in the morning. I played Slay the Spire and streamed on TikTok for what turned out to be the last time. We had fun, and talked about how I wear fishnet stockings and do clown shit on Clapper.
I’m not sure if TikTok is doing a worldwide blackout as a fuck you to the US, or if it’s because my account was initially created in the US. There’s a few conflicting stories out there at the moment. I’ve read accounts of some people outside the US being blacked out, and some US folks being blocked out even while using VPNs. Regardless, the TikTok triple crown (TikTok, Capcut, and Lemon8) is down for me.
Shawshank came home in the afternoon. He wrote up his afternoon post while I finished up my game of Slay the Spire. Once I lost, I passed the controller over to him. He ground out some battles while I napped. He switched over to handheld mode after dinner so I could avoid spoilers while he finished the game.
Today’s a new day. I’m going to get dressed and try to be a good human.
* I don’t need sleep, I’m powered by anxiety and malaise.
