Good morning, world. Happy November. I struggled this morning, trying to sleep, but not able to do so. At the same time, I was too sleepy to scroll on the phone. Eventually, I checked the time and checked my phone’s notifications, and only had about half an hour before I needed to wake up Shawshank.
I’m typing this from a fresh laptop install, so I’m not angrily swipe-typing my morning post. It took several tries before the restore disk worked. I think it worked after the sixth try. A couple of hours later, once I’d updated everything and finally logged into all my shit, it crashed hard and forced me to log into everything all over again.
Yesterday was the last day with a reason to play with costumes in my live streams. I put on the red wig and thrift shop dance recital costume, coming up with a surprisingly passable Chappell Roan. TikTok thought it was great. I made $2, and didn’t get any “undisclosed marketing” strikes on my account. If it didn’t involve so many layers, I probably could have done a full photo shoot in the afternoon. Half the fun of being Chappell Roan is what she’s wearing.
But, today is back to normal. No costumes, no clown makeup. On the other hand, it’s Friday. Shawshank is making us some chicken nuggets for lunch. I’ll assume the human form and we’ll have lunch.
