Yo, the week is hitting the final stretch. We’re over the hump, it’s Thursday, and it’s dark. Chaucer is stalking a water dish. I don’t know how long I’ve been awake. I’m trying so hard not to immediately look at the time when I wake up.
I spent yesterday continuing to be PRODUCTIVE AF. Shawshank‘s ex-boss called and asked for 900 price changes and a graphic to go with them. I did it, then did my human things. After Shawshank left for work, I set about making another batch of brunch waffles. To keep TikTok from thinking I’m simply around to tease people with my feet, I streamed waffles and music and cats. This isn’t the first time I’ve done it, and it doesn’t get a lot of traffic.
A few regulars from the Foot Clan showed up. One started his typical comment, “soles 🦶🦶🦶🦶”. Someone else shot him down with, “dude, you know feet only come out during Skyrim“. I laughed and did a kick and said that’s all anyone was going to get out of me.
Once the waffle stream was over, I sat down on the couch and scheduled the next week or so of smut. I tried to convince myself to quit early a few times, but forced myself to finish everything. Everything I’ve uploaded is ready to drop. There’s one thing left to upload, and a couple of things to re-upload due to corruption during the first attempt. All that’s left is a short foot-video to edit and watermark, and I think there are 3-4 pics that were corrupted on their initial upload. I’ll deal with those today.
Only two more nights of closing shifts for Shawshank. A week of closing is difficult. He went from crawling out of bed at 4:30am and coming home early to waking up somewhat early and coming home much later, at 9:30pm. I think things might be somewhat better when he finishes up the training period. The schedule will be more broken up, but I think it might be easier to tolerate that way. If that makes sense.
I had an idea for a Christmasy outfit for a photo shoot, so that might be on the agenda for this afternoon. Shawshank just made a pork chop for breakfast.
