fishwife
It’s a morning. Podrick, being Podrick, had us up way too early, and now we’re both in shitty moods. Additionally, it’s gray as shit out there, and probably won’t improve any.
As planned, I was back on the bean last night. I’d planned to muck around in clown form for the evening, but Shawshank‘s mom needed to borrow me for the afternoon. I don’t make many appearances in town, and I don’t need to be adding to my lore by visiting the local vet as a clown. I’d set up most of the bedroom before we left the house, and wasn’t too late logging in. Things went much better than Wednesday’s failed shift. No anxiety, no panic, nothing out of the ordinary.
I made barely anything, but at least I did it. I feel like my room’s been quieter lately. One of my room’s apps filters out “demands” as well as a banned word list. It’s set to not show me the filtered content, and I’m wondering if it’s blocking more than it lets through lately. I’ll deal with that tomorrow, when I’m a clown. I worked on some Fansly stuff while I ate a turkey sandwich, then played a little Roller Coaster Tycoon 3 until Shawshank came home.
We have today off, so we’re not doing anything but going to the butcher shop to see if they have something burgerish.
cranky ]


