Wake up. It’s fucking Thursday, y’all. Podrick being Podrick, I’ve been up for a couple of hours. He came into bed early, and found the most comfortable position to snuggle. We were snuggling and I was just starting to drop off into sleep again when Pippin started moving about the house. He started the Podshite early. I tried to ignore it and go back to sleep, but he came back to bed to chase his tail around. Since it was too early for that bull, I tossed him out of the bedroom and closed the door.
Didn’t get back to sleep though.
I was mostly productive yesterday. I had a list of posts I wanted to recycle, complete with all the hashtags I used previously. After Shawshank left for work, I spent the rest of the afternoon finding the clips in my media vault and scheduling things. My robot slave spat out filthy captions for my clips. I managed to schedule half my list before my brain turned to mush and I started making dinner.
Now that the Switch has a working cable again, I fired up a TikTok stream. It wasn’t a bad night, until they started getting whiny asking to send gifts for showing my feet. I told them absolutely not, what you see is what you get, this isn’t that type of show. And then my stream shut off and access was blocked for a week. They’re gonna be real sad next week when I come back and I’ve blocked aaaaallllll the words for feet from chat. TRY GOONING NOW, BABIES.
Try me.
