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Greetings and salutations, bitches. The new week is here. Deal with it. Happy Monday.

After several good nights, last night brought the return of shitty sleep. I tried in vain to stay up later, but it was a struggle to keep my eyes open after 9pm. I wasn’t in a great mood when we went to bed, and I think I was a little too warm overnight. The speaker-mask also slipped down at one point. I was awake around 5am, eventually crawling out of bed and around 15 minutes pre-alarm. I turned the coffee pot on and sat in the dark until Shawshank came out. It could have been worse.

Yesterday was rough for me. I wasn’t in a good mood, and spent much of the day with that sort of low, anxious feeling. By lunchtime I was feeling twitchy; I wanted to do things, but I didn’t want to do any of the things I had. I wanted to be busy, but I didn’t want to work on anything. And I wasn’t even in a really bad mood, either. Shawshank asked if he could do anything to help. Nope, I’m just loagy, and in a funk, and it’ll culminate with me buying something I’ll regret buying before it even ships.

“Woohoo!” he replied. “We’re getting a 3d printer!”

Spoiler alert: we are not getting a 3d printer.

I ended up working on the bases for the Godtear minis. Even that was a struggle for me to do. I felt like I was doing it only so I could say I didn’t sit on the couch and do nothing. Normally, I’d have a shitload of photos to go through and upload to OF. However, I slacked a little on taking pics last week. I had a less than optimal hot water situation on the one day I actually made the effort to get in the tub. Some day, I’ll give in to Shawshank‘s offers to play photographer.

Mondays are sloth days. Shawshank‘s playing Assassin’s Creed 3 right now, but he’ll make brunch for us a little bit later. I bleached my roots yesterday, and it would make sense to pink it this afternoon and then tidy up the rest of it tonight. At some point, we’ll probably nap.