Oh look, it’s another morning. At least it’s sunny. And Thursday. Last night was a better sleep than Tuesday night. We both did that weird thing where you pull a bunch of blankets to your half-naked body and wrap yourself around it like a spider monkey. You don’t want to be completely uncovered and vulnerable on top of the blanket, right? I didn’t hear the alarm go off this morning. Instead, I woke up just before Shawshank left for work. The crows were loud.
I finished my hair yesterday. As soon as I finished my morning routine, I whipped up one last glowworm. It was a little annoying to have to set up the iron and everything for one loc, but whatever. I’m pretty sure it took me just as long to install the last five locs as it did to actually make the last one. I actually removed and re-tied a couple of them, as they weren’t laying properly.
I fucking love how they turned out. They’re bouncy and there’s so much fucking volume. I told Shawshank I was trying not to get my hopes up about how they’d look installed. I was disappointed when the pink wasn’t pink before deciding on the Carbunkle theme. Every time I’d be excited about the idea of a mass of will-o-the-wisp bog witch hair, I’d tell myself not to get my hopes up. High hopes lead to disappointment. But they’re just so nice. I’m pretty good about “packing” the hair, so there’s not a lot of floppiness to them. On the other hand, I’m a little inconsistent with keeping them all the same density. While there’s one or two outliers, all the locs all around the same thickness as my pinky finger, but some are definitely more “lofty” than others.
It was outside bright and early yesterday, so I took out the wand for a bit while the vacuum did its thing. Unfortunately, it was very bright. There really aren’t any spots to put my phone where it won’t immediately overheat in direct sunlight. Blinding sunlight aside, it was nice to be able to enjoy some spin time.
Shawshank came home. I popped the question: it’s fucking hot and I don’t want to deal with cooking proper food, what did we want for dinner? We decided hot dogs were the best choice; no need to turn on the oven, no need to babysit the stove. There was one hot dog left, so we set up the tripod on the patio and I stomped on it. After a shower, Shawshank ran out and bought us ice cream.
What’s in store for today? More heat.
