Hello, world. It’s Thursday. We’re getting closer to the weekend (that are both work days). I’ve been up since around 6, as usual. Is it what I want? Nope. But is it later than I used to wake up? Yes, and that’s what matters to me. I’m not happy I’m awake nearly two hours before Shawshank wants to get up, but at the same time, it’s not four hours before. Doesn’t matter.
We made the most of Wednesday. We packed a box of stuff for my mom, and mailed it out. After lunch, I took over the TV and played “Factorio“. Shawshank prepared a fabulous 2-person Thanksgiving dinner: a turkey ball, some peas, potatoes and gravy, and stuffing. We listened to Alice’s Restaurant while he juggled cooking a 4-pot meal with three pots. The peas went into a mini crock pot.
I think today or tomorrow will be a clown night on Chaturbate. The end of the week isn’t usually as busy for me, due to the increase in the number of models online pushing me down in the ranks. If I’m not going to be busy, then I can at least have some fun. I have some balloons I can play with.
