Hello, world. It’s Monday, and it’s dark. Podrick’s morning behavior resulted in him losing bedroom privileges. He’s fucking shit up in the tub right now.
I did nothing yesterday. Nothing. It was glorious. I put on makeup with the idea that I could do an afternoon on Chaturbate, and streamed the whole thing on TikTok. The cats did cat things, which made me wary of starting a spicy stream. Podrick is too much of an asshole to leave him in genpop with Pippin for a whole 6 hour shift. Pippin usually hangs out in the bedroom and sleeps next to my tripod, but she’s always asleep when I start. When I’ve tried to start a stream while she’s awake, I can’t keep her in the room with me. I finished makeup and chased Pod off of things he shouldn’t be on– namely Pippin. I grabbed a pack of Poptarts for brunch. As soon as I finished eating, Podrick was in my lap, and wanted to be cuddled.
In the end, I didn’t stream. I didn’t feel like being social, I didn’t want to be “on”. I knew if I logged in, I wasn’t going to be happy, and that’s not the vibe we want for the room. On top of that, I probably wouldn’t have seen any return on my time until I’d sat there entertaining an empty room for an hour or two. And – and – I would have to log out early enough to reset the bedroom and make dinner. So instead of sitting around in the bedroom, I sat around the couch, playing Factorio with a full face of makeup until it was time to make tacos.
Shawshank has the next two days off. It’s a snowy morning, with about an inch of Rhode Island-style snow. He’s making a cake, and we’re hoping it hasn’t exploded. There’s a load of clothes in the wash, and we’re watching Youtube videos. Happy Monday.
