We both have had difficult sleeps recently, so last night we prepared: Shawshank smoked an entire joint, and I ripped through about half a bowl on Bongzilla. We crashed shortly thereafter. I forgot to turn my music on. I still woke up around 5-ish, but that’s better than most of the time. The cats started coming in after 7am. Pippin jumped on me and collapsed my blanket fort.
I was productive yesterday. Shawshank left for work, and I immediately set about staging for a photo shoot. The living room wasn’t too chilly, and the light was nice. I moved all the bullshit out of the corner, threw down some fleece blankets, and hung up a sheet to hide the door knobs. I accidentally stumbled on a way to keep my resting bitch face out of the majority of my content: music.
Now, I almost always have ear buds in when I take pics. They appear so often that I’ve considered bedazzling them with some gemstones like I’m frigging Taylor Swift. This time, however, I went with the speaker, and put it up loud. I recorded batches of video, moving through my typical poses with the intention of scraping single frames for pics. Something in my brain wants to be a super extra theater kid when it comes to loud music, so I’m usually lip syncing. Honestly, they’re some of the best pics I’ve taken in a while. I spent the rest of the afternoon editing, finally calling it quits when dinner was ready to come out of the oven.
I think this is the first weekend in a bit where Shawshank has the full weekend off. Today, we’re going out to Slightly BiggerTown for groceries, then we’ll come home for disaster movies. I have a shitload of posts to schedule this week, but that can wait a day or two.
