Morning, y’all. It’s another morning.
I don’t know what time I woke up today. My headphones had slid out of place and I couldn’t hear them, which I found annoying, but I wasn’t awake enough to figure out how to fix the problem. I was vaguely awake when Shawshank‘s alarm went off, scaring him. He kissed me goodbye, and everything was good….
… until the second alarm went off shortly thereafter. Vaguely awake became absolutely awake. Pippin hopped onto the bed to demand attention. Chaucer made an appearance 15 minutes later, and that was my cue to get out of bed.
Yesterday was another quiet day. Spent half the day wearing the purple wig before taking it off just after dinner. It’s… a lot. Voluminous. I love the color, and I’ve dyed my own stuff the same color loads of times. However, these curls are waaaaaay tighter than anything I’ve ever had, and I have no idea how to handle them. I clipped some cat ears into it just to keep it slightly more manageable.
I couldn’t spend the whole night in it, disappointing at least one person in my TikTok chat who had been told to expect a purple wig. Even after fiddling with the little clippy-straps, it just wasn’t comfortable. I’m not sure if it was a problem with the nylon wig cap under it, or the wig itself. I’m leaning towards an issue with the cap as opposed to the wig. The wig could be loose enough to slide but my skull still felt like a watermelon in a 2010’s Youtube video: squished by an ever-tightening ring of elastic.
On the plus side, I’m sure it will work fabulously with my random clown photo shoots.
Shawshank gets out of work after lunch, then we’ll drive out to Slightly BiggerTown and do the shopping. We’ll do the rounds and then drop off some things at Shady Acres before he collapses for the remainder of the day. I need more coffee before anything else.
