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TGIF, bitches. Podrick is stalking around the house, Pippin is in the bedroom eating her breakfast, Shawshank is looking up prices to Country Thunder, and I’m just here. It’s warm as hell already, and I’m loving it. I’m finally having comfortable sleeps.
Yesterday was the worst night on Chaturbate since the first week I started. It’s been so bad lately. I know I need to just stick it out. It’s a fucking pain in the ass to sit there yapping at an empty room. I made an HTML file that rotates through about 100 “messages from the spirits”: someone in here’s aura tastes like expired yogurt, or you’re giving off big soup energy, and that soup is canned chowder, or you deserve forehead kisses. When I realized I had nothing but anonymous viewers again, I switched into TV show mode, and started riffing off whatever rotated onto the laptop screen. I grabbed a deck of playing cards – dramatically pulled out with the warning “there’s something darkly sinister about a deck of cards first opened in a cell” – and would flip them over dramatically with each of my proclamations.
I’d been streaming for about two hours when I heard a big thunk from the living room, followed by a second thunk, which meant I needed to log out and see what the fuck happened. I couldn’t tell if someone was at the door or if the cats were on the run, so I pulled off my wig and put on my robe (the spiritual opposite of “I put on my robe and wizard hat”) and went to look. Fortunately, nothing was out of place. I think the “thunks” were simply the cats running and jumping off their cat tree. Between the absolute shit time I was having in chat and the thought of having to redo the wigs I had on, my mood was in the toilet. I logged out, made dinner, and played Civ until Shawshank came home.
We’re both back to the grind today, but today’s the last day of our work week. Today is supposed to be a little cooler than yesterday, which will be nice.
