At least I know what today is. It’s fucking Friday. I fell asleep with my new sleep mask, listening to the music from The Bannered Mare. I’ve been awake since at least 5ish, and woke up all clammy feeling. If Shawshank was too close, I would be too warm. If I was too far away from him, I would move just a hair into what I’d consider chilly.
I spent yesterday “working”, spinning poi, and painting. I shmoozed my way to three more subscribers on the spicy network. No one has paid for anything, but I don’t have anything outstanding to start with. Find a niche, all the articles with Onlyfans advice say. Fine. Want an eccentric pink-haired tatted up chick with weird tits? I’m your girl. I don’t know how people make a living out of it.
The spinning wasn’t bad, if slightly cramped. I’m terrified I’ll break the TV and really limit my maneuvers. I miss Florida’s year-round outdoor practice space, but it’s a trade I’ll gladly take.
I painted for a few hours. Since I spent Wednesday painting the Morrigan/Coldbones units, I spent most of yesterday working on another unit, Nia and her Quartzlings. Did I take pics? Nope, of course not. I was too busy cooking up some pasta and chicken for dinner, and then lost the daylight. Anyhow, here’s some skeletons.
When we go out this weekend, I’m going to the dollar store to buy some green paint. In all the jars of paint, we have no green. We have blue and yellow and I can make green, but it’s a bitch to mix my own and get a shade I want without mixing a shit-ton of wasted paint.
Today is date night. We’re going out to the diner – the regular place, not the boring place. I know the truck will start, because I started it up and ran it for 10 minutes yesterday. My plan is to assume a human form relatively early in the day, so I can spend the rest of my time finding other ways to amuse myself.
