[Current Mood | blah ]

Hello, world. The weekend is here, and it’s a lovely day outside. I woke up a few times, either uncomfortable or to cuddle a needy cat. My mother survived the most recent hurricane, although she has no power and therefore no morning tea.

I had a shitty stream last night, which pissed me off because I was hoping to have a strong finish to the week. The stream itself wasn’t bad, but I made a mess of myself while on a break and logged out because I wrecked my makeup. Instead of streaming, I reset the bedroom and made dinner for the three of us. I spent an hour or two uploading and scheduling some tip-clips to Fansly. I took a hot shower. Shawshank came home and found me playing “Tropico 6” on the couch. We watched Smackdown. Cody Rhodes is boring and overdone. I tolerate him only slightly more than Roman Reigns, but only because Cody has 28% less teeth than Roman.

It’s a 3-day weekend for us, but we’re spending the first two moving some things between OG Shady Acres and Shady Acres 2.0.

[Current Mood | blah ]

[Listening To | hurricanes and livestreamed executions? ]

Good morning, world. We have 2 blue Jays in the yard today, and one of them keeps landing on the stair railing and the bird feeder hook to look in our big bay window and scream at Podrick.

I streamed for a while yesterday, and it wasn’t too bad. I had good lighting, and my ranking stayed pretty consistent for a change. I had a lot of broke strokers in chat, as usual. I’m trying to be better about not giving them the attention they want. There is a very, very fine line between keeping the chat moving and domming for free.

I logged out after a few hours, messed around with the internet for a little while, then played “Tropico 6“. I like popping in a new sandbox, loading a map, and fucking over the Crown. Last night’s map didn’t do as well as some of the others I’ve played. Maybe over the weekend I’ll play an actual mission.

Today is the last night of work. I think I’ll use my data tonight and go on the fast stream, and I’m seriously considering just starting topless and skipping all the bullshit.

[Current Mood | blah ]

[Listening To | NASA shit ]

Good morning, world. TinyTown is grey this morning, and the first snowflake ❄ popped up in next week’s forecast. I opened the backdoor for the cats. We’ll be putting their little surveillance table away sooner enough, let them have this morning at least.

Yesterday dragged ass. I set everything up and went online. The sun didn’t blind me, and I managed to sit for a 4+ hour shift. Chat was relatively lively, but broke. I’ll start busting out the Halloween shit soon enough. Even if it doesn’t do much for the menfolk, at least it’ll amuse me.

I logged out, made myself some English muffins, and worked on Fansly stuff for a little while. Shawshank came home and found me sitting on the couch in complete silence and got worried. I like the quiet sometimes.

Two shifts left. We have a three day weekend, but two of those days will be busy.

[Current Mood | working ]

[Listening To | propaganda ]

WP Prompt of the Day: If aliens arrived tomorrow, what’s the first thing you’d ask them?

Please, can you take me with you? I’m perfectly willing to submit to the tests, just remove me from this planet.

Hello, my little interweblings. It’s a sunny humpday, and the cats are enjoying the morning sunlight on their table by the back door. Mornings with table time are numbered. We had frost warnings last week, and my work laptop warned me that temps are expected to plummet on Sunday.

Last night’s shift went much more smoothly than Monday’s. I streamed for a few hours, logged out for dinner, then logged back in for another hour. I’m experimenting with my setup a little this week. I “work” in a little space in the bedroom, with my bean bag sandwiched between a wall and Shawshank‘s side of the bed. I use a table leaf jammed under our mattress as a “desk”. The “desk” holds my laptop and my cam’s adjustable arm/boom. My biggest issue has been a lack of space to stand up in. If I sat the entire time, that wouldn’t be an issue, but I like shaking my ass. Also, I’m old, and I need to stand up now and then. To fix this issue, I pushed the “desk” farther away, then jacked up the size of the text I need to be able to see. Voila. I have been upgraded from economy to business class. The setup is great, I just need to invest in another adjustable arm for my mic.

Today’s Wednesday. I’m going to be the best hoe I can be.

[Current Mood | unbothered era ]

It’s another sunny morning out in the grass today. Podrick is sitting on the living room floor, watching what can only be described as a Hitchcockian level of sparrows.

I had a very weird Monday. Shawshank left for work, and I set up the bedroom to stream. It was sloooooow; I don’t know what my problem was, but I was draaaaaging. I was late logging in, but pushed through until my first break, refilled my drinks and went back to my stream. When the sun started to move into the window, I logged out. My plan was to eat dinner and let the worst of the sun move across the sky. I put the dish in the sink, checked the sun (still right on the bean), and returned to the couch to wait another 15-20 minutes. I guess my body needed a nap, because I crashed – laptop on my lap – right on the couch. I woke up over an hour later, groggy and confused as hell.

Most disappointing. I looked so good, too.

Today will be better.