Good morning, world. Happy Thursday. TinyTown is looking a bit bleh out there this morning. I’ve been up, but it hasn’t been the “uuuuugh just let me go back to sleep” type of morning. I dozed a bit between Podrick‘s visits to cuddle.

We had a nice Wednesday. We moved my power bar to a new spot with a lot less hassle than I expected. Shawshank played on his Gameboy for an hour or so, while I played Civ on the Switch. I play it completely wrong. I’ve had it for a month, and I’ve only taken over a city state once. I’m peaceful. I want to build my little empire, spread the good word of whatever religion I’ve created (most recently T U R T L E POWAH), and contribute to the world economy. Can I play like SimCity? Because that’s what I really want.

I spent the evening with the needlework. I’m finished with the skies, and have several trees stitched in. I want to mount and get one of my “ideas” onto some fabric, but I don’t want to get too ambitious. I still have two smaller kits to do. Not only that, but even if I did transfer the design the one I have in my head, I haven’t even gone through my stash of thread to see if I even have the colors for it. And I absolutely don’t want to start it if I can’t fucking finish it without buying more supplies halfway through.

We’re back to work today. I was thinking about doing clown stuff today – it’s been a while and it gives me a built-in excuse to remove all my weird internal personality filters – but I’m still on the fence about it. I should do it while I can, while the weather won’t make me sweat it off.

[Current Mood | unbothered era ]

[Listening To | someone outside with the POW Pow POWERWHEELS ]

Morning, y’all. Happy Hump Day. Podrick was a good boy this morning and let Shawshank sleep. I did my thing, scrolling on my phone, watching silly things, petting the cats when they came up onto the bed.

I had a terrible shift yesterday. It was a prime example of why we don’t just sit and chit chat with people who aren’t paying. He came in about 15 minutes after I logged in, and asked questions about the tarot deck I had. It was nice to talk about common likes, and he had tokens, which supposedly pushes me up in the rankings.

On the other hand, I couldn’t just be me. Right now, doing the bullshit readings gets me into chatty mode more than small talk about my cheater tarot and he threw me off my game. He left when I took a break. I tried to keep things going, but ended up logging out a little earlier than usual.

Shawshank (and I, by extension) have today off. The windows are open because it’s nice outside. I might change into a lighter bathrobe, but otherwise, I don’t expect to do much more than try to find a spot for a power hub in the bedroom. I’m very excited about the prospect of cheeseburgers and smashed baby potatoes for dinner tonight.

Hello, world. Tuesday morning is wet. Podrick‘s tail is going crazy, I don’t know what he sees out there in the trees, but it’s very interesting.

I’m starting to get into the groove of setting up for Bean Streams, and trying to set up earlier so I can start “on time”. One hiccup is the ethernet cable, which I almost always forget to pull out of the closet until the very last minute. My biggest issue is remembering to take clothes out of the dresser before I hang the curtains up. If I can, I’ll pull something out of the lingerie box, but I usually end up needing something out of one of the drawers. In those cases, I’ll end up frustrated. Either I struggle to blindly pull a thong out of the top drawer without pulling down the curtain, or drag the beanbag away so I can open the bottom drawer.

I feel like I have better nights when I start around 2pm, and anything later than 3pm is a lost cause. Why? Couldn’t tell you. Those are the hours I started at, those are the hours that “know” me. Taking the time off while waiting for the upgrades to arrive has given me a little bit of a chance to re-invent myself. I enjoy being myself, even if that doesn’t bring me a massive amount of views. I’m getting there, though. Eventually.

This morning’s gray looks like it will be carried through the afternoon. We just heard a long rumble of thunder. I’m ok with thunder all day. I could cultivate a spooky vibe.

[Current Mood | sleepy ]

It’s a gray and wet-looking morning here in TinyTown. It’s Shawshank‘s birthday as well, which increases the day’s Goodness Factor by approximately 13.4%. Podrick‘s had me awake since pre-5, because he’s figured out how to jam his fat head under one of the blackout shades.

We had a nice Sunday. Shawshank made brunch for us, handling the bacon, eggs, and hash browns, while I made the French toast. The laundry ran while we watched the WWE PLE out of Italy. I made a bunch of progress on my needlework, pushing past the halfway point. I’m glad to see visible progress, since the longer it takes for a project to get out of the “trust the process” phase, the more likely I am to put it down. I have two more kits waiting in the wings, plus a load of homegrown artistic talent willing to put pen to fabric and make my own design(s).

I already have the first one planned out, in fact. Two, actually. I just need to put them on the fabric and hoop ’em up.

Our schedule is a little easier this week. It’s not five days straight. I’m going to do more smutty shit on Chaturbate. Last Friday was ok, and I want to keep that momentum going. I’m going to pull out the tarot cards again, since my bad readings definitely keep me talking, which feeds the algorithm.

Hood morning, y’all. Everyone in The Flat is up and out of bed. The cats are camped in windows on opposite sides of the house, surveilling the town’s comings and goings.

Saturday was pretty typical of our busy weekends. I took my human form and we drove out to Slightly BiggerTown for food. We didn’t have to hit all the spots this week, but we filled in with some unexpected stops before we hit the grocery aisles. The hardware store was open again; we went in to look for a clamp, but left empty handed. There was a town wide yard sale happening, and the thrift shop opened up special for the occasion. I snagged a tank top, and some embroidery hoops. I’ve been on the look out for a new tea kettle, because I like to leave it on the stove, and the one we currently have is weirdly tall and easy to knock over and Podrick likes to stick his head into it. Shawshank found us a lovely red Kitchenaid kettle, we paid, and then wisely left before I could find something we didn’t need and bring it home with us. We finished shopping, grabbed lunch, and drove home.

Our regular weekend schedule was shuffled around because of work and doctor appointments, and we had dinner at Shady Acres last night. Shawshank‘s mom gave me a little craft tackle-box to hold my embroidery thread. Tomorrow is his birthday, and they got him a new Roku for the TV. I did my needlework while we watched the best wrestling match I’ve ever seen. Today, we’re having brunch, more wrestling, more stitchery.

And cheeseburgers.