Good morning, y’all. It’s a new year, can you feel it? We went to bed early. I’m almost always fighting off Mr. Sandman’s advances by 10:30pm, and last night was just another Wednesday to him. Could’ve been the Willie Nelson, could’ve been the wine; whatever it was, I didn’t pace myself. I hit the point of can’t-sit-still mixed with too-sleepy-to-do-anything, and decided the best place for me was under the weighted blanket.
I’m not making resolutions this year. I’d love to say “this year will be the year I ______” but I do not have the attention span for long-term goals. Better hydration habits– I’m so fucking bad about drinking anything. I’ve got a collection of water bottles that I’m trying to keep filled and available in the fridge, and I have at least two waters with me in the bedroom on work nights. I want to have a triple-digit night camming; I’ve come close twice now, so I think it’s attainable. I need better time management with regards to balancing Chaturbate and Fansly. I’m usually not willing to cut camming hours to make subscriber content, but there has to be a happy medium I can achieve.
We spent yesterday playing Red Dead Redemption. Shawshank‘s farther along in the main story line than I am, not by much, but I’m savoring things. I have way too much fun just riding around, rescuing people, collecting bounties. Fuck your fast travel, a happy trot is all I need. I’ll do some more stuff today while Shawshank is home. He’ll take over if I need help.
I have nothing new to ask of you,
W. S. Merwin
Future, heaven of the poor.
I am still wearing the same things.
I am still begging the same question
By the same light,
Eating the same stone,
And the hands of the clock still knock without entering.
