Hello, world. It’s Saturday, and I’m awake. Shawshank gave me a kiss goodbye when he left the house. Podrick came in to fuck shit up in the bedroom as soon as he closed the door. He’s been a shit all morning.
Yesterday was a shit night on Chaturbate. My cam’s position in the algorithm was pretty dismal, I was getting hardly any traffic. I expected it to be bad, everyone is online on Fridays and I can’t compete. I’m sure the fact that I was in full clown mode wasn’t helping matters. I might have to enact a rule: no clown on nights where I need to stand out in a good way.
I messaged Shawshank about halfway through his shift– I’d logged out because I was bored trying to entertain an empty room, and immediately felt guilty for not staying online. Naturally, by the time he had a moment to read and reply to my text, I’d already let the feeling of disappointing myself guilt-trip my ass into logging back in. Delay aside, he assured me that it was ok to log out. Twenty minutes later, I logged out once more; Chaturbate had crashed on me again, and I took it as a sign the universe wanted me to give up for the night. The night wasn’t a total wash, I made $18.
I spent the rest of the night on the couch, playing “Factorio” until Shawshank came home from work. I’ve managed to get some of my bottleneck issues fixed in my (current) factory loop. I’m considering constructing several iron boxes, dumping my inventory hoard into them, and wiping out what I have for factories right now in an attempt to streamline it all. More belts, less loops. My bigger bottleneck right now is with my research lab, which isn’t able to research quickly enough to outpace the production of upgrade packs. I’ll manage that this weekend.
Shawshank is working this morning. I’m taking a break from being a streaming sexpot. It doesn’t make sense to log on for only a couple of hours. I’ll do a “get ready with me” stream on TikTok tomorrow morning, and maybe log into Chaturbate for the rest of the afternoon. Today is mine.
