Good morning, from the other end of the week. It’s Saturday, and the cats are doing cat things. Pippin has Podrick on his back. The weather is pretty dismal out there right now, much gloomier than the last couple of gray days. But the coffee is good, and the cats are mostly quiet.
I streamed yesterday, but I was mostly bored. I’ll blame the weather. I tweaked my arm last week while spinning poi and it’s not 100% back to normal, so I can’t broadcast any spin time. It was feeling better, but I got cocky while high and tweaked my back while dancing around the living room later in the evening.
The stream itself was pretty boring. I had less traffic than Thursday’s afternoon stream. I chatted with everyone, but most of the people were silent gooners. Most of them. Some of them seem to think chat is private and send every thought that crosses the smooth, unblemished surface of their brains into the open.
I’ve been giving a lot of thought to signing up for a proper cam site. I had signed up for one but never went through with the model verification. At the time, I had no following, and no clue what I was doing, and I didn’t want to add more to my plate. Later, when I had a firmer understanding of the business, I didn’t verify as a model because of the risk of leaked content. Now, with nearly three years in and the knowledge that there’s probably a goodly amount of my shit out there at this point, I’m thinking about giving camming a shot. Additionally, at nearly 50, and with no career or career potential, I honestly think my capacity for giving a fuck about it is gone.
Shawshank has the weekend off, and we’re not doing much of anything today. Right now, a queso-warming mini-crock is melting butter on the counter, and three years worth of kief is decarbing in the oven. We’re making brownies this afternoon, and we don’t need to be anywhere until tomorrow afternoon.
