Hey y’all, it’s Sunday. And it’s gray. I don’t give a single shit, because I’m not leaving the house. Podrick came onto the bed just after the sky started getting light. I let him under the covers, gave him a hand, and fell asleep snuggling my snuffling chonkyboy. He woke Shawshank up later, chasing his tail on the bed. Shawshank locked him out of the bedroom.
I streamed on TikTok and did my makeup on cam yesterday. Those streams go either way, either it’s full of trolls or completely dead. Yesterday, was the latter. I didn’t see any notifications about comments being filtered to protect the community’s experience until the very end, when I’d already finished assuming the human form.
Shawshank came home in the afternoon, and we made the drive out to Slightly BiggerTown for supplies. We were both super excited about lunch for some reason. It wasn’t a long trip, and we didn’t spend much time in town before we were back on the road. Once we came home, we ate our sandwiches and watched Youtube and wrestling. I played some Balatro, playing with the Anaglyph deck and trying to win on higher stakes. I ended up beating at least two runs.
Shawshank is working all day today. Sundays are full-day, open to close shifts, he’s out of the house and I deal with what sort of fresh hell the cats give me/us today. Then he’ll be home and we’ll have dinner. I’m going to do my makeup, I have a stream idea and we’ll see how it pans out.
