[Current Mood | okay ]

[Listening To | World Cup updates ]

Good morning, world. It’s a sunny Thursday, but I’m sure this week’s got a thing for “morning sun, with afternoon bullshit”. Podrick was very cuddly this morning, and I lost count of how many times he came up for attention. And why was he so desperate for attention?

Because I took his automatic food bowl away, and he didn’t get his little 5:30am snack. Captain Butterball treats the robo-feeder like a 24/7 vending machine. If the bowl is empty, he’ll shimmy his paw up into the kibble-chute, turn the mechanism that moves the food, and manually dispense a couple of pieces at a time. Now here we are, with a 20lb cat who can’t stop destroying everything and everyone he lands on. Destruction aside, it’s wicked unhealthy for him, and I want to keep him around. On top of that, he’s dangerously close to being unable to clean his own ass.

As awful as Tuesday’s shift was, I vowed to not let it get to me. I set up the bedroom in the usual way. I’d planned to wear a wig, but changed my mind. I really couldn’t be bothered to fuck with my hair at all. Instead, I pulled it up in two pony tails, then threw a tank top over a sheer bikini top and considered myself “ready”.

I’ve been trying to sort out which tags I work best for me lately, because #mommy is full of people who want to completely disregard the TOS. I took out #mommy, added a bunch of new contenders, and have been running an app that changes my hashtags regularly. Monday was bad. To test things, I modified my little hashtag tracker to watch the 10 new tags, and tried it out on Tuesday’s stream, thinking maybe I’d be able to glean some ideas of what worked and what didn’t. Tuesday was even worse than Monday. Last night, I swapped out a couple of tags that definitely weren’t working for me, and added #mommy back. After two hours, I kept the top five tags, and turned off the tag-switcher. Things were marginally better for my last two hours. I streamed for about 4 hours total, collected my money, and logged out to make a grilled cheese.

Two more days, then we’ll have a day off to go do adult things. Is soccer over yet?