Hello, world. I’m up. We’re all up. Pippin is on the pirate chest, tucked into her loaf form. Podrick is playing with a soda cap.
Yesterday was ok. I didn’t want to do anything, so I didn’t do anything. I knew that once Shawshank came home he would want to play Red Dead Redemption, so I played it for a couple of hours. Mentally, I just didn’t have the spoons to give a shit about anything yesterday. I’m in a low period, where if I think about anything for too long I want to burst into tears. No matter what, Shawshank always asks if there’s anything he can do. I’d love for him to be able to help, but no one can help if even I don’t know what the fuck is bothering me other than [gestures at world/existence in general].
He’s working today. Once he leaves and the sun comes up, I’ll set up a TikTok stream while I assume my human form, then try to take some pics for Fansly before I spend the rest of the afternoon gaming.
