Hello, world. The weekend has finally arrived. It’s been a ✨wonderful✨ morning again. Oh, sure, it started out ok. I woke up in the wee hours with a fuzzy face nuzzling me, trying to get close. Half asleep, I lifted the edge of the quilt to admit my visitor, who curled up by my chin. I offered a hand, expecting a snuffling kitten. Instead, Pippin put her head in my palm, expecting (and receiving!) pets. We cuddled for a while, then she left for a cozier space. I fell asleep with her between Shawshank and me, until it was Podrick’s turn for snuggles.
I love the snuggles in the morning, I just wish I could sleep. Even without the cat(s) intruding, I still wake up early. Going back to sleep is out of the question. Shawshank asked if there was anything he might be doing to wake me up, but no. I’m just AWAKE. I was asleep, then I was AWAKED. And when I’m AWAKE, I can’t go back to sleep, because there’s thoughts to be thinked. Shit like, what if Podrick never outgrows this absolute chudmonkey behavior, then what? Does my husband actually like me, or does he keep me around so he’s not lonely? Where did the extra 3-minutes in the Epstein prison video go?
Yesterday was just ok. I was tired, and probably should have napped. I managed to unlock the Plasma Deck in Balatro. My last Temu order came in, so Shawshank walked up to the post office and grabbed it after lunch. I’d ordered three toys for the cats: an automatic laser that sits on the shelf and projects the running dot on the floor, and two self-propelled balls. Both cats enjoy the laser. The balls are ok. They’re rechargeable, which is great. Unfortunately, they only hold enough power to run for about 15 minutes. I ordered a shirt with fat mermen for Shawshank.
I ordered myself a wig, which either looks awful on me or doesn’t photograph well at all. Possibly both. I tried everything to make that thing look nice, because it’s a gorgeous wig. It’s not the highest quality thing out there, but it’s thick as shit. My biggest problem is the short bangs. Oh, and it gives me a pyramid head. Shawshank suggested I try to tone down the curl with my straightener. I think I’ll try the bangs first, maybe I can make them lay a little flatter. Before I do that, I’m going to see if it looks better with different makeup, because sometimes my face disappears in the hair.
Since it’s Friday, I’m making a special dinner for myself. I’m having a chicken sandwich. I still haven’t decided if I’m going to do clown stuff or not. I probably should. If the makeup goes on smoothly, I can have some fun, maybe make some content, and record some dumb TikTok shit.
