Good morning, world. It’s a new week, starting with a weekend– Shawshank has today and tomorrow off. I’ve been up since another godawful hour because Podrick thinks the best time to wake up is 5:30am. We’ve been out of bed since about 6:30 because he was AWAKE!™, it’s about 45 minutes later. He. Has. Not. Stopped.
I ran an ultra-casual stream yesterday. No wigs, no sexy outfits, just me. I didn’t stay on as long as I normally do, logging out after about 2½ hours. By that point, my body was telling me it didn’t want to be in the bedroom anymore. I played Saints Row: the Third for the rest of the afternoon, where I bought two more cribs and another couple of businesses. I made another two attempts to complete the next fucking mission in the story line, but I’m incredibly bad at the part where I’m supposed to be sniping people. But I stole a jet-ski, which was fun.
Update: it is now 8am, a full 90 minutes since we emerged from the bedroom. We’re still fucking chasing Podrick off of the plant shelf. And the TV stand. And now the bookshelves. It’s going to be a ✨wonderful✨ day, I can feel it.
Since this is the weekend, we’re doing weekend things. Today is brunch and chores and laziness.
