Mate’s Rates

Stars, so. We made a point to watch the ‘Liberation Day’ broadcast last night. I’d referred the tariffs on the UK as ‘mate’s rates’, so that’s apparently never leaving my head now. Z kept commenting on just how made up the numbers being used were, and yeah, news reporting overnight/this morning backs that right the eff up. I’m not quite sure how I’m going to have to deal with it personally, but I’m guessing that means I can’t sell to the US on my shop anymore, since I don’t collect or remit taxes. I can guess that perhaps whomever bought would be forced to pay once it crossed the border, but I don’t know. I guess I’ll see how it plays out. :/

Also in see how it plays out — taking a collagen supplement. FB on my phone is basically non-stop ads for collagen, diets, and shapewear, so well done none of the brands advertising there for getting my money in this For Science™® stage of things. But my hair has thinned a smidge at the front, and while I might be the only one that notices — I do notice. Worst comes to worst, I’m spending 17p a day to make fancy urine for a few weeks. Whatever the case, I certainly don’t expect to magically become wafer thin (waif-er thin? xD), and my skin has always been in pretty good nick. But if there’s one thing I’m especially vain about, it’s my hair, so.

Right. Onward, upward, etc.

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