Hello, world. It’s a new day. It’s been a new day since approximately 4:30am. I started the barest beginnings of waking up, and Pippin was thrilled. I tried to go back to sleep, putting on another YouTube guided meditation. We didn’t jibe. Pippin curled up with me and I snuggled and tried to sleep. It was useless. I was awake, against my will, editing photos and videos until 8am.
I was productive yesterday, doing the bi-weekly smutfest. The living room light was gorgeous, and I couldn’t waste it. I hauled everything out of the living room corner, piled my pillows, and tacked up a sheet as a backdrop. Two hours later, I hauled everything out and put shit away. I edited about half the pics, then spent a good chunk of time deleting 2023’s smut from my phone. I don’t foresee setting up a third avenue to buy pics of my jigglies, there’s no need to keep the old stuff. Additionally, all of it was from when I first started. Even if I felt like uploading it elsewhere, why would I upload the old shit?
I played a couple of hours of Skyrim and streamed on TikTok. The last couple of nights, I’ve streamed without music playing. People seem to really like that. More people stopped in, and I feel like more people were chatting overall. I’ve been setting a “goal” of 3000 coins, with the prize being me switching to playing Just Dance instead of Skyrim. That’s about $15. I’ll be screwed if it ever gets made, because what a fucking clownshow that would be.
Shawshank has today off. We’ll be driving out to Slightly BiggerTown for the weekly shopping trip. It’s a nice day for it. Things might be melting.
