I spent one more night on the couch, but will probably be in the bedroom again tonight. I couldn’t get comfy at all last night, everything was just wrong. Don’t ask why it was all wrong, because I can’t begin to explain it. The couch was wrong.
I cammed from the living room last night, an attempt at having more space to be actively moving. Podrick curled up in a ball just out of frame, snuffling and sleeping for most of my first 2h shift. Alas, no matter where I positioned the phone, I couldn’t get a good angle. Nothing would let me both sit comfortably on the floor, and stand up to move, and still be heard talking. That didn’t stop me from making a little over $7, $5 of which came from someone who wanted to see my armpits.
I probably won’t do it again outside the bedroom. The bed is more comfortable to sit on, and closing the bedroom door keeps me warmer in my various states of undress. I’m just going to experiment more with where I put the camera.
Podrick is feeling better today. He woke me up around 6am, trying to eat the power cord for my ring light. When I got him away from that, he moved on to trying to eat a cardboard box. When he settled down a little, he climbed onto the couch to be cuddled for a little while.
Shawshank has today off. Both of us are still feeling like shit, so we’re not doing anything. I want to start working on my apron.
