Hello, world. It’s Tuesday, and I’m awake. NBC is currently talking about the fact people aren’t getting enough sleep these days. I’ve been up since 4am, so I’m in agreement. We go to bed around 10am so I’m torn. Is sixish hours enough? Maybe. Maybe not.
After my mom’s morning call, I was productive, and created some ✨content✨. I’ve been slacking again. I’m in a smut-rut and don’t have any new photoshoot ideas. There’s only so many poses and settings I can do in the apartment. I improvised a quick little shoot in the kitchen while I made a second cup of coffee, taking advantage of the nice morning light. Pippin interrupted twice.
I moved on to Just Dance after “work”, but the wifi was bad. I don’t think I lasted more than 20 minutes before shutting it down due to network hiccups. Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to go outside for any sort of spin time. The wind was whipping around, and only got worse as the day went on.
I spent half the afternoon playing Torchlight II instead. It reminds me how much I loved the endless slaughter in Diablo. No thoughts, just explosions. My little engineer is a (literal) blast. Shawshank has his own character, an outlander, just slightly behind me. After dinner, I edited my dirty pics while Shawshank watched Midsomer Murders.
My plans for today mainly consist of banging out a bunch of scheduled posts for the spank bank, and hopefully more Just Dance than yesterday. My new controller wrist straps came in yesterday’s mail, and I want to see how they affect my scores. Shawshank is picking up a little bit of overtime tonight, so I’ve got an extra hour or so of time to fill.
