Hello, Friday! Good morning, from my corner of the couch, where everything is broken and going wrong and the normal alarm clock hasn’t even gone off yet. Last night, my main phone/laptop charger died. I am not a happy camper. The winds picked up yesterday, helpfully bringing the wildfires’ smoke to us. The sky looks like something out of a post-apocalyptic story again.
I successfully DID THE THINGS yesterday. First, I attempted to shave the shaved parts of my head, successfully completing most of one side. I can’t see the back edge of the mohawk, so I left that for Shawshank to deal with, otherwise I fuck up the border. I only managed to shave half of the other side, because the clippers died.
More importantly, however, I set up three listings on Etsy; they’re inactive at the moment, but they’re almost 100%. Today, I’ll add measurements to each of the listings, then I can activate them. I’m still hesitant on setting prices. My in-person pricing is pretty low; however, in-person sales don’t have Etsy fees. I’ll fiddle with a calculator later and crunch some numbers, come up with a ballpark idea of what I want to earn per pair and work the math from there.
After lunch, I prepped two fabrics for pants. I only fucked up one of them.
Shawshank has a long day of work ahead of him. He’s driving into the city this morning, to pick up some stuff and make a delivery. I declined the invitation to join him; unfortunately, I don’t think my body could handle that length of time in the truck this week. My stomach hasn’t been great lately. I love the drive, but I hate the 2+ hours of “IS TODAY THE DAY I SHIT MYSELF?” anxiety each way. He has the weekend off to recharge.
I’m going to make today a good day. I told Shawshank I have things to accomplish today, and that’s what I plan to do. Compared to yesterday, the wind is down, and I might even be able to take some pictures outside today.
as a ontime cancer haver (stage 4 colorectal) that had an undiagnosed reoccurring colon issue most of my life, have you had a colonoscopy. I’ve had the pleasure of seven (lucky #7)
I regret not going in to find out what my problem was, because I don’t have the problem anymore, but stage 4 rectal cancer, a perineal resection, and permanent colostomy is an over the top overkill solution to whatever I had before the CA
It’s been discussed with docs, especially because my mom has a lot of issues and it runs in our family. Mostly boils down to the fact I have shit eating habits, and when I’m not eating multiple bowls of Raisin Brain daily, I’m eating toddler food.