Good morning, world. It’s Wednesday, and that is a day that ends in Y. And if it’s a day that ends in Y, that can only mean one thing: Pippin is screaming at door knobs. I think she has ghosts in her blood. I’ve been awake since around 5. That’s when my brain fires up and demands to be heard. I scrolled through Reddit and hurricane news, with a side quest into photo editing. Chaucer had me out of bed once to clean up some sick. Other than that, I stayed in bed where it was warm and cozy.
We went to the thrift store yesterday. While they had a lot of costumes, most of them were kid-sized. I’d wager a guess that a solid half of the adult costumes were referee shirts. I didn’t see anything that really caught my attention, but snagged a couple of pretty crystal glasses on my way out.
Shawshank goes in for a closing shift tonight. I’m dressed, human, fed, and showered. I need to take some pics today; I haven’t decided on a “theme” yet, aside from wanting to wear my blue wig.
