will there be more wind?
overstimulated ]
Hell, world. It’s Monday. Podrick was heavier than usual and woke up Shawshank earlier than he’d have liked, so we’re up.
Sunday wasn’t too bad. Shawshank left for work, and I assumed a human form and ate a bowl of cereal for lunch. I lollygagged when it came to getting on stream, dealing with a very bleh feeling overall. For the most part, I assumed the feeling was simply the day’s house blend of my ever present minor dehydration, a bowl of dairy, and the vague “don’t wanna work” mindset. I pulled one of the water cups out of the fridge and drank it while I set up the bedroom. By the time I finished with the setup, I felt mostly ok. I got on the bean and made some money. A repeat paying viewer popped in, which was a first. Someone came in while I had the psychic hotline overlays running and said it was the coolest, most interesting vibe he’d ever found in a Chaturbate room.
Shawshank came home with pizza for dinner, and the weather, which had been threatening to rain all day, started to turn nasty. We’d have 3 minutes of rain – big fat drops that hit like bird shit – that always seemed to start falling just as I’d want to go on the patio to smoke. After hours of hearing sporadic rumbles all afternoon, thunderstorm warnings started popping up. Thunderstorm warnings became tornado watches, then warnings as the sun set. Soon we were surrounded by red boxes. The power went out. Shawshank demanded the power come back. It did– for just long enough for him to declare himself a god…
…when it went right back out again. It was just light enough for us to make our way through the house, so we got some snacks and kicked it in the dark for another 45 minutes.
Today is brunch and chores and sitting on the couch. I’m not sure if there will be more wind today.
