fucking seams

fucking seams

Hello, internet. It’s humpday. I’m awake, and have been for about an hour now. Chaucer assumed my sleep mask was part of the blanket and walked across my face. I was sort of awake at that point, but it definitely pushed me over the line.

Yesterday sucked. I started the day with anxiety for no real reason. Apparently being ok for too long makes my brain feel weird and scary and it defaults back to shit mode. I tried to occupy myself by working on my coat. Three or four days of smooth sailing through its assembly came to an end yesterday, because everything went wrong. First, I misaligned two parts when pinning them, and things are asymmetric for the moment. Then, when I pinned two pieces of the liner together, I misaligned those as well. Both of these issues happened before Shawshank even made it home for lunch. He asked if I needed a seam ripper, but it would take me longer to pull them apart than to make adjustments to fix them. I struggled for at least another hour after our lunch break, then unceremoniously dropped the entire pile of fabric onto a cat bed, pins and all, to be dealt with later.

There was no “later”.

After lunch, I watched a Discord server implode, which didn’t help my mood. I put on something comfy-cute to spin in, then fired up Tiktok to do a live stream. Alas, not even a live stream could help my mood by that point. I managed a bit more than an hour of spin time, but wasn’t feeling it. I think my lack of enthusiasm showed, because I only saw about a third of the visitors I normally do.

This morning, I’m going to take a shower, wash my hair, and try to have a better day.

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