[Current Mood | drained ]

[Listening To | chickadees in the yard ]

Good morning, world. The new week is dawning and it’s fucking gray. The comfortable heat and sunshine have been replaced with 60℉ temps and overcast skies. Three of the local crows are chilling in the front yard, eating some puffed wheat and sunflower seeds.

I had a slow Sunday, while Shawshank was busy as hell at work. I put on “ER” while I put on my makeup, watching 3 episodes and having lunch before setting up the bedroom for a stream. Doctors were stabbed, and I needed to watch the arc play out. Nurse Hathaway had to report private school students for having rainbow party orgies and spreading HPV. I love how these shows are little time capsules of pop culture and fear mongering bullshit of the time.

Work went ok. The room is getting busier, and I’m talking nonstop. I’ve gotten a lot of positive feedback from guys, the only negative comments have come from people who want more than I offer. I’ve always run my room in a way that lets everyone talk, but mommy-dommy JOI milf might need to put some emphasis on the dommy and tighten up the rules a bit. I’m also going to redo a lot of my rotating notices before I go back online, so the rules of the game are clear, and maybe adjust my stream goals.

We spent the rest of the night on the couch, relaxing. Shawshank made us breakfast for dinner while we watched day 2 of Summer Slam. I had a bacon and egg and cheese sandwich, which was absolutely delicious. We watched Chelsea Green win a belt. An hour or so after dinner, my body decided “we REEEAALLLY don’t like eggs anymore”, and sent me running to the bathroom. Having expelled my dinner, I took a hot shower and curled up in a slightly hungry ball on the couch.

Shawshank has the day shift again today. I’m going to assume a human form and make men whimper.