Hello, world. It’s fucking Friday, and we’re up. Podrick was in bed before sunrise, but he was predominantly cuddly. I curled up with him, teddy bear style, and tried to doze. He was pretty good for about an hour, but all good things, am I right? He started winding himself up, so I brought Pippin in and locked Pod out.
I wasn’t right yesterday. I wanted to do things, but didn’t want to do anything I thought of. The afternoon wasn’t too bad, just a little overcast and muggy. I wanted to go outside and spin poi with my little speaker, but the neighbor was doing yard work and I didn’t want an audience. I considered making a batch of pancakes, but knew we didn’t have enough milk for a big batch. Since I was in the kitchen, though, I washed out a makeup brush that needed it, then I did the dishes.
After dinner, I once again tried to fuck with the long wing that came in a week or so ago. The biggest complaints I have are a lack of combs inside, and the bangs don’t want to sit right. The combs are an easy enough fix- I only need one to keep it from sliding back, and I can pillage one of the other wigs for what I need. I can’t do much about the bangs without something like a blow dryer or steamer. But holy fucking shit, I look like I could my mom’s twin with it.
Today, I’ll do things. I don’t know what, but I’ll do it. I know if I put the clown makeup on, I’ll do nothing but record dumbass TikTok videos all night.
