NaNo in Shared Moments

  • June 24, 2020, 7:47 p.m.
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Declared my NaNo project even though it’s actually a continuation of an old project (Roomies). Looks like writing groups stick around unlike the old cabins. So I guess my pals and I just pick up from where we left off.

My hair is still thick enough that I need to use two brushes just to get through it. First I use the detangling brush, then I use the paddle brush that will actually go all the way through to my scalp.

It feels like I haven’t been out in forfuckingever that even I’m getting cabin fever and I’m generally a homebody. We still don’t want to do anything risky. We’re not going to start grocery shopping in person or anything like that, but we are going to run out to the Rite Aid outside the park when they open at 8. Unfortunately, the next time we’re out for more than just a few minutes will be when I’m in the dentist’s chair.

Another pig dream. Not as in “guinea” pig but the kind that walks on two legs, wears a uniform, and often abuses their power. Only this one wasn’t in uniform. It was a detective. They took my picture after suspecting I committed some crime again some woman (I think), but I don’t know what it was I supposedly did to her. The detective later showed up again wanting to take another picture and I was trying to decide whether or not to play dumb and act like I didn’t remember him or get a little confrontational and tell him to back off since he didn’t have a case

Ouch! I hate it when the pigs’ hay stabs my fingers when I’m pulling some out of the bag. Glad Rockefeller at least thinks it’s funny enough to popcorn over. 😉

I threw my bracelets in a silver pouch I had and then put some necklaces in the glitter pouch a friend sent me. I can put all the bracelets together but not all the necklaces. They would get tangled. Some will go in individual sandwich bags. I’m wearing one of my faves right now. Shiny crystals.

Heard something climbing on the glass table on the patio. Probably a cat or a skunk.

Last updated June 24, 2020

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