“Yeah, except you don’t really have any black friends.”

 

Wakanda Forever!

Insomnia is kicking my ass.  I’m seriously considering sleeping medication at this point.  I’m too tired to care.  The long pauses to stare off into space for no reason are annoying.  I’m not going to the studio today because driving is presently beyond my attention span.  You’re welcome, everyone driving in Sioux Falls.

I was planning to overclock my old PC tower today.  It’s not happening.  It would end in tears.  Adobe recently announced they’re raising prices for Creative Cloud.  When my subscription expires, I’m not renewing. Apparently whoever is in charge of these things has been smoking crack or something.  $1200 a year when I honestly only use Photoshop and Illustrator is ridic.  I already purchased Affinity Designer and Photo to replace them.  $100 forever.

I’ll get Final Cut Pro when I’m ready to move up in video editing.  I’ll add Motion, too.  $350 forever.  Better yet, I vastly prefer these apps as they load quickly, have a lower learning curve, can use Photoshop plugins, and no monthly fee.  DIAFF, Adobe.  I’ve been rebranding my favorite jeans by ironing patches on the back pocket and unstitching the branding.  Now my black Levi’s say Black Girl Magic instead.  I also used an R2-D2, and a Colin Kaepernick.  Etsy rules.

I’m thinking about getting some ribbon to sew on the legs like an Adidas stripe, too.  (Assuming I sleep soon so I can operate heavy machinery again.)  I should probably get something besides sneakers, but the only other footwear I like are combat boots. I think I’m beyond the age where I care about how others feel about my attire. It’s a startling development compared to how I felt about it in high school.

When I was a teenager, having to wear the same outfit to school twice in a row was the most severe punishment my parents enforced. It was worse than having my bedroom door removed for slamming it in anger. It sucked being their 9th teenager. I used to get told off for things I was only thinking about doing.

hfbd

Now (in my 40’s) I create my own uniform and am steadily moving toward an all-black wardrobe. I feel good when I’m wearing black jeans, a black top and my black Nike Air Force 1’s. Especially if the black shirt has someone fabulous on it. Like Stevie Nicks, or Huey Freeman from The Boondocks. I should look for some Black Panther patches and shirts. Wakanda Forever!

I’m off to search for some combat boots and Black Panther everything. Did I mention I love Etsy? 🙃

“Sleep is separate from that.”

Sleepy kitty

I need to focus on my sleep issues.  I haven’t been able to sleep for more than a few hours in a row this week.  While it’s enough to function, it’s not enough to interact with other people.  I lost count of how many times I’ve completely misunderstood what others were saying in the last two days alone.

I feel like I’ve been speaking English and everyone else is speaking Mandarin.  Only it’s worse because I don’t realize they’re not using English (in real time.)  My balance is wonky, too.  I slipped on some ice during my run this morning, and now I’m sporting road rash on my chin.  I didn’t even get to do the precarious dance first; just face planted.

Fortunately, I have clear band-aids.  Fabulous invention.  Now people who aren’t the shade so rudely referred to as flesh tone don’t have to announce their injuries from across the room.  Yay.  I reread Animal Farm by George Orwell last night.  Now I’m reading The Descendents, by Kaui Hart Hemmings.  It’s fascinating so far.  Next, I’m going to look for my copy of Watership Down by Richard Adams.

I thought I was going to stick with women authors this year, but it didn’t work out.  Plus, John Scalzi has a book release soon.  I did read lots of novels by Octavia Spencer and Ursula LeGuin, but then I decided gender is irrelevant in authors.  Women authors don’t write more gently, as I anticipated.

I built a soundproof chamber for Amelia Bedelia.  She loves it.  I can get in up to my shoulders, and it’s fabulous.  I’m fascinated by my cat’s personality.  When she’s in her chamber, she wants to be alone.  If I acknowledge her in any way while she’s chilling in there, she bites me.  That’s a stern, “no.”  Heh.

I ordered DirecTV Now (because M. had a cow.)  I didn’t realize I was an asshole for canceling cable without discussing it with him first.  It seems to be superior to Playstation Vue, and I discovered I get free HBO for life (not sure whose) for being an AT&T wireless customer.  Yay.  Sony rearranged which channels go with which tier, and the options suck.  It’s tailored to Fox News watching sports lovers.  Hard pass.

We’re watching Gattaca tonight.  It’s one of my favorite films.  M. hasn’t seen it yet.  I think he’ll enjoy it, too.  I’m off to make the popcorn.

movie night popcorn