Good morning. The gods decided we needed at least one more day on this planet. As a result, we’re up. Podrick came into bed for a hand snuffle, and later Pippin came in for cuddles.
I put on clown makeup yesterday. No matter what I end up doing, it makes me smile to do it if I’m looking like a freak while I do it. I ate chicken nuggets as a clown. I skipped the chicken sandwich I had planned to eat. We only have two chicken patties, and I felt like I should save them for dinner with Shawshank. Nugs are still acceptable. After dinner, I loaded up TikTok and went live. I spun poi in the living room like old times. I didn’t acknowledge the clown makeup. No one complained about it.
Unfortunately, it’s July, with July weather. While the outside temp wasn’t super hot, I was wearing leggings, a skirt, and a tank top, plus the wig. That shit – especially the hair – heats up quickly. If I didn’t have the leggings on, it would have been better, but TikTok can’t handle my thighs. There are few who can. I managed to stream for a little over an hour. While I was a bit afraid I’d trap a poi in my hair and pull the wig off, it didn’t happen.
Eventually, I was overheated, over-high, and dropping my tosses, so I logged off the stream. Podrick ran up into my lap for a quick snuggle. I couldn’t turn him down. I mean, really, who could turn down that little face?
Can’t be a clown forever, though. I showered and washed the shit off my face. Shawshank came home just after sunset. We smoked on the patio. I played some Balatro while he watched Youtube on the TV.
Shawshank is working tonight, and I’m going to do my thing (whatever that might be)
