[Current Mood | grumpy ]

[Listening To | my crow friend in the yard ]

Good morning, world. It’s Thursday, and we’re up. I’ve had a shite morning, waking up around 3am for some ungodly, unknown reason. I reset my Sleep Daddy and went back to “sleep” for a couple of hours. Pod came up to cuddle a couple of times. I gave up on sleep around 6.

Yesterday was another dead night on Chaturbate. I felt good, I looked cute, but it was a lot of bullshit. Thirty minutes before I logged out, I realized my on-screen menu graphics never loaded. Normally I check that before I log in, and the one time I didn’t…. whoops. That’s on me.

It was psychic hotline all night, and I ended up logging out after about four hours. I don’t have a set start or finish schedule, I just log in when I’ve finished setup and I log out when I reach the point of “literally can’t even”. The hotline forces me to talk constantly, and sometimes I reach a point where I don’t want to deal with people. Realizing my menu was dead because I was a dumbass really soured my mood all around.

I’m hopeful that tonight will be good. We have a busy day tomorrow, and Saturday is the town yard sale.

[Current Mood | unbothered era ]

[Listening To | the distant drone of a gas-powered mower ]

Good morning, y’all. It’s another morning. Both cats made the trip up to the bed this morning, but only one wanted to cuddle. One tried to open the blackout shades, and it wasn’t the one you’d think.

We survived another night of End Times weather. Shawshank was at work for it, taking pics of ominous clouds. I heard the wind picking up while I was streaming, but logged out before things got too hairy. The power flickered juuuust enough to make the tech hiccup, but not enough to reset the clocks. I kept an eye on the polygon while I watched the neighbors little trees whip around again. We weren’t in the red zone last night, thankfully.

All of the recent storms have made our lawn sprout up like mad. I’m sure Gord will be around sometime in the next couple of days to mow it. He’d better get on it, since we’re looking at a week of rainy evenings. Shit’s only going to get worse, Gord. And try to keep the mower off the peonies this time.

We’re back to work today. I’m still having an absolute blast with the tarot cards and my psychic hotline theme. Optimally, I’d like to have a hotline-specific menu on the screen instead of the Lovense graphics. I can hide the Lovense menu, but I want to replace it with something.

[Current Mood | amused ]

[Listening To | those were definitely boos and they were the best boos, big strong men with tears in their eyes saying "sir, those were the best books, the biggest boos" ]

Helloo, world. Today is a gray Tuesday. Looking east, there’s a lot of sun, but it’s nothing but black skies to the west. The cats don’t care, they’re in the doorway sniffing the breeze. I’ve already been outside to toss a handful of puffed wheat to my crow.

We had a nice day off together. Shawshank made us a delicious brunch, and I cooked up some french toast for us. The WWE is in Europe, and due to time zones they went live at noon, so we watched Raw and ate bacon. After the man-fights, I played Civ for a bit. I capped off the evening with a soak in a hot bath for as long as I could. Eventually, I have to crawl out of the tub, annoyed by the fact that I’m sweaty and I’m holding electronics and have to keep drying my hands and head and face and Alexander is building too close to me again.

We’re working for the next few nights. I’m cautiously optimistic that I’ll have a good week. It’s town yard sale weekend, which will be my reward.

[Current Mood | overstimulated ]

[Listening To | Shawshank vs. Podrick ]

Hell, world. It’s Monday. Podrick was heavier than usual and woke up Shawshank earlier than he’d have liked, so we’re up.

Sunday wasn’t too bad. Shawshank left for work, and I assumed a human form and ate a bowl of cereal for lunch. I lollygagged when it came to getting on stream, dealing with a very bleh feeling overall. For the most part, I assumed the feeling was simply the day’s house blend of my ever present minor dehydration, a bowl of dairy, and the vague “don’t wanna work” mindset. I pulled one of the water cups out of the fridge and drank it while I set up the bedroom. By the time I finished with the setup, I felt mostly ok. I got on the bean and made some money. A repeat paying viewer popped in, which was a first. Someone came in while I had the psychic hotline overlays running and said it was the coolest, most interesting vibe he’d ever found in a Chaturbate room.

Shawshank came home with pizza for dinner, and the weather, which had been threatening to rain all day, started to turn nasty. We’d have 3 minutes of rain – big fat drops that hit like bird shit – that always seemed to start falling just as I’d want to go on the patio to smoke. After hours of hearing sporadic rumbles all afternoon, thunderstorm warnings started popping up. Thunderstorm warnings became tornado watches, then warnings as the sun set. Soon we were surrounded by red boxes. The power went out. Shawshank demanded the power come back. It did– for just long enough for him to declare himself a god…

…when it went right back out again. It was just light enough for us to make our way through the house, so we got some snacks and kicked it in the dark for another 45 minutes.

Today is brunch and chores and sitting on the couch. I’m not sure if there will be more wind today.

[Current Mood | blah ]

Good morning, netbabies. It’s Sunday, and that means we’re up. The bed was that awful stage of just a hair too warm, which would change to too cold when I would roll over. Podrick snuggled me a few times and was a relatively good baby. While he’s still trying to get under the blackout shades, I only had to use the “sweep the leg” maneuver once.

I watched the black clouds rolling through while I put on my makeup. “Looks like thunderstorms”, I remarked to my empty TikTok chat. “I’m ok with that.” The clouds really started to build up in the afternoon, and thunder rumbled off in the distance. Shawshank left work, picked me up, and we went out to the secondhand shop. We took a quick detour to get pics of the edge of the system.

The clouds ended up being more interesting than the shop. We haven’t found much in there lately. I think most of the town has been stockpiling their donatables for the town yard sale this month– but next month might be amazing in the shop. The weather got worse, and we spent the rest of the evening under orange warnings and on the lookout for thunderstorms and tornadoes.

We’re back to work for the day. Most of my stuff is still somewhat organized, so I’m hoping the setup this afternoon is smooth/quick.