boils my balls
Morning. It’s not good. It’s not bad, but it’s not good. Without the high temps sapping his supply, Podrick has the energy to chase Pippin again, and it feels like he’s making up for the time off. He was fine right up until we got out of bed, so I guess I should count my blessings.

I survived another shift. It’s nicer to stream since the heat wave left the area, it’s nice to not be sweaty and feeling vaguely damp everywhere. I made some money for the second night in a row, which made me happy. I threatened my viewers last night, “I bought a mic, now you’ll hear all my random noises, it’ll be bad ASMR”. Someone told me he already uses me as ASMR background noise, which wasn’t what I expected to hear, but I’ll take it. The mic is sitting in the post office, and I’ll have to spend some time messing with the audio settings in OBS before I go online today.
My crow army has landed in the front yard to make their morning demands. We regularly have four crows who fly in for snacks of seed and puffed wheat. The two feeders are full of a seed mix. The small seed keeps the little birds fed, and the sunflower seeds keep the squirrels fat and the crows happy.
Two shifts left in the week.
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