Yep, it’s morning. I’m awake, but I’m tired, it’s cold, but it’s sunny. I wanted to stay in bed, but Podrick was “ON”. First he pawed at my quilt to be pet. I tried to let him under the blanket, but he wanted to attack. I pulled the blanket over my head, and he left. Moments later, I heard him fucking with Shawshank‘s fan. I scolded him, and he stopped. He launched from somewhere on the other side of the bed, landing on my head.
Thus, I’m awake, tired, and cold. Unlike Podrick, who has been sleeping contentedly for the last 20 minutes. Every so often, he comes down from his spot on the back of the couch and demands I shower him with kisses and affirmations that he’s the most handsome ginger boy in the house.
Yesterday was pretty boring. After Shawshank left for work, I took some time to start setting up the bedroom for my scheduled skank stream. I streamed some Balatro in the afternoon, which wasn’t too bad. I made myself some dinner, kicked the cats off the bed, and brought the last of my shit into the bedroom. The night stream was very boring, but it brings in new followers every time.
Since Shawshank is working this morning, I think I’m going to take a hot shower and be a human. I’d like to stream a bit before he comes home.
