Hello, world. It’s another morning, and it’s Monday. Podrick had Shawshank up a little early, so they went out into the living room and let me doze. In my groggy, half-awake state, I heard Pod playing and pondered whether Shawshank was dead or alive, because he was handling the noise remarkably well for the early hour. When I started moving around, he (Pod, not Shawshank) came up and stood on me like
I didn’t want to stream yesterday, but I set up the room and found an outfit anyway. I think I’ve found some decent spots for the tripod, and all of the set-specific hiccups I’ve encountered recently have involved my ring light. Once it was set up, I looked at my uniform sitting on the bed – a tight tank top, thong, granny panties – and “noped” right the fuck out of the bedroom. I stood at the back door and smoked a bowl, then told myself “just get on the bed”. I ended the afternoon with more cash than I saw most of last week; it was nothing life changing, but it’ll buy meat. Hopefully the rest of the week goes similarly.
Shawshank has two days off. Today is chore day, and brunch day. Since it’s sunny and a shitload of snow has blown away, I might replace some pine cone feeders, but otherwise, I think it’ll be a chill couple of days.
