Good morning, world. I didn’t win Powerball overnight. The horrors continue.
We I lazed about for all of yesterday. Shawshank puttered and did laundry. I finally got off the couch long enough to paint my nails. Then, unable to do anything else lest I fuck up my hard work, I napped.
I napped a bunch.
Listen, the choice was either being awake and anxious, or being asleep and not thinking about anything.
The brain demon that lives in my skull wants retail therapy if it can’t sleep. I can’t spend the money on an LED wand because we don’t have the money. Not only that, I don’t think I’m good enough to spend $100+ on new gear, but I know I’d want to practice more if I had one.
And no, I don’t fucking want the $30 wands I’ve seen. NO.
At the moment, I’m waiting for the sun to come up. I had an idea for a photo shoot, and I’d like to actually be a productive member of the household. Shawshank will be home in the afternoon, so I’ll have to finish things in the morning. Unfortunately, I won’t have the best lighting to actually do anything for another 30 minutes or so.
Yay! Looks like I’ve got half an hour to be in my head.
