Hello, world. It’s Thursday. The meth lab in Canada’s basement is celebrating the annual gluttonfest. We were able to sleep a little later this morning. Podrick misbehaved once, resulting in being barred from the bedroom. He might’ve played, he might’ve gone back to sleep; whatever he did, it was quiet and let us doze. By chance, my playlist queued up a “go back to sleep” talk, which worked. We slept until Podrick pulled on the bedroom door at breakfast time.
Neither of us had busy nights working. My chat was pretty dead. I had one guy who came in and wanted to talk dirty, but didn’t want to tip. I stopped entertaining his free wank fishing expedition after about 5-10 minutes. That didn’t stop him, and he continued chatting, hoping I’d give him a show. He finally left when I took a break to fix dinner for me and the cats, but continued to pop into my stream to see what was happening. Eventually, on his third strip through, he asked when I was going to “show hole”, and I told him he was wasting both our time because I don’t, and he left.
Two more nights of work, and then we have the weekend to ourselves. Word through the grapevine is that the power will be shut down in TinyTown for a few hours on Sunday, so we’ll move the usual weekend things around.
