It’s Friday, my bitches and butches. The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, and I have a lot of absolutely nothing happening over here today.
Mom had a doctor’s appointment yesterday. I spent the appointment time spinning poi outside the office. I looked up Pensacola’s busking laws for shits and giggles. As long as I don’t block traffic or play music less than 120′ from another person playing music, there’s no problem with street performance for money. Straight up panhandling is frowned upon, but if I attempt to be entertaining, they don’t have a problem.
They might have a problem if I lit them up.
I didn’t put a hat out. As much as my mom and Shawshank like to be cheerleaders and hype me up, I’m not at a level where anyone would stop, let alone pay. I doubt anyone would pay to watch me blow through my four confident skills, then clock myself in the head with a failed crosser.
I’m waiting for a new watercolor palette to be delivered. Amazon says it should be here tomorrow, along with my favorite pink hair dye. Even so, I may take a trip out to a craft store today. I knocked a plastic jar of lotion onto the tile floor and busted the lid. My mother also wants some jewelry materials so she can make something for one of my nephews. Mostly, it’s just a way for me to get out of the house for an hour or so. The forecast is for a gorgeous day. If I can get out of the house at any point, I should be good.
