[Current Mood | sleepy ]

It’s a gray and wet-looking morning here in TinyTown. It’s Shawshank‘s birthday as well, which increases the day’s Goodness Factor by approximately 13.4%. Podrick‘s had me awake since pre-5, because he’s figured out how to jam his fat head under one of the blackout shades.

We had a nice Sunday. Shawshank made brunch for us, handling the bacon, eggs, and hash browns, while I made the French toast. The laundry ran while we watched the WWE PLE out of Italy. I made a bunch of progress on my needlework, pushing past the halfway point. I’m glad to see visible progress, since the longer it takes for a project to get out of the “trust the process” phase, the more likely I am to put it down. I have two more kits waiting in the wings, plus a load of homegrown artistic talent willing to put pen to fabric and make my own design(s).

I already have the first one planned out, in fact. Two, actually. I just need to put them on the fabric and hoop ’em up.

Our schedule is a little easier this week. It’s not five days straight. I’m going to do more smutty shit on Chaturbate. Last Friday was ok, and I want to keep that momentum going. I’m going to pull out the tarot cards again, since my bad readings definitely keep me talking, which feeds the algorithm.