Thursday can already just fuck right off entirely. I woke up some time after 2am and had an absolute bitch of a time going back to sleep after that. I randomly poked through some social media and eventually fell asleep just before the alarm went off. Once Shawshank was out of bed, I stretched out like a ginormous starfish and slept. I briefly woke up just after he kissed me goodbye, but went back to sleep after rearranging my hair. In the end, I got my full 5-6 hours of beauty rest.
As much as I tried, I didn’t finish all the hair like I wanted. I sealed all but one of the locs left to finish. The iron started to spit after about an hour, and that was my sign to give it a rest. I dealt with hot water jump scares while I struggled with the hair I had in my hand, leaving one last loc to finish. To make matters worse, most of the locs I sealed yesterday looked fine and felt perfectly ok, but sealed terribly. They had weird, balloon animal bumps.
I’m going to put on some clothes, become a person, and try to earn my keep.
