Hello, my little pocket internet people. It’s a Monday morning, which means there’s news on TV instead of crime shows. Podrick only made one solid attempt to scale the bedroom screen, all others were thwarted before his back feet left the ground. We were still up early, because he’s still an asshole.
Shawshaft for work yesterday morning, and I worked on figuring out how to achieve a proper camgirl camera angle with the space and equipment I have to work with. I tried the one free corner of the bed, with the assumption that I could hang my legs over the corner. It worked, but now the lighting was bad. The window would be behind me; not only did I lose most of my gorgeous natural light, I was also back lit and my ring light is making me look like a cracked cheesecake.
I moved the camera back to its original place, and fucked with different heights. Eventually, I set it up in almost the exact same spot it usually goes, on a smaller, lower “table”. Between the shorter height and the fact the “table” is narrower now, not only can I stretch my legs out easily, but I can sit closer to the phone as well. In the end, it worked out well. I ate some oatmeal and diced apples, then fired up a stream for a test run. I logged out two hours later with about $80.
Our neighbors are moving out. They were hauling things out and using some super loud vacuum, making a lot of noise. The noise was the primary reason I logged out, to be honest. I was having too much trouble determining if the noise was coming from the neighbors’ bedroom or my living room. I spent the rest of the afternoon making a spreadsheet to track my earnings, which then turned into a spreadsheet to track stream stats…
… which then got an option to track outfits and hair/wig options.
“You’re looks-maxxing”, Shawshank said.
We’re off today. Shawshank‘s going to make us a delicious brunch, and we’ll cap off the night with WWE and Japanese curry with veal and rice.
