[Current Mood | drained ]

[Listening To | ads for a show I can't watch and a show that looks stuuuuuuuupid ]

Good morning, world. I’m up, and enjoying the sunshine with a cup of coffee. I spent another night on the coughing couch, moving into bed for an hour or so when Shawshank got up. Podrick assaulted me with snuggles several times through the night and into the morning.

I didn’t stream yesterday. My packed head has transitioned to a packed chest, and I was barking like a seal. Instead, my lazy ass played Roller Coaster Tycoon 3 all morning, until Shawshank came home in the afternoon. Last week, I had an elaborate train tunnel. Earlier this week, I made an animal park that had a lot of underground paths. The latest park is named ADVENTURES N SHIT, and has some train tunnels, but they’re more practical, just dipping under the hills instead of winding around.

I think I just like building little people movers.

Today is supposed to be warm. I should do something other than couch rot. Let’s start with makeup, and go from there.

[Current Mood | okay ]

[Listening To | news: is it a palm tree or a plane? ]

Hello, world. I’m up. My cough kept me on the couch overnight. Shawshank walked me into bed at around 4:30am when he got up for work, and I slept until he left. Podrick jumped onto the bed for fat-baby cuddles, while a storm rumbled outside.

We enjoyed a mostly slow Thursday. Shawshank left for a little while to deal with a guy who wanted to buy the Hot Mess Express. It was a whole ass thing.

Like Pennywise, the Hot Mess Express has laid dormant for a couple of years now. I made 5 years of monthly payments and washed my hands of it, and it’s been sitting in the drive at Shady Acres for over a year now with the plan to sell it for parts. I can’t register it here in Saskatchewan, as it would need to cross back into the US and be properly, legally imported. I don’t have the title for it, because I never went through with whatever finalities needed to be done at the end of the loan’s terms, precisely because it’s not legally imported and I can’t do shit with it.

Thus, like every experience I’ve had selling anything, no one reads a fucking thing (and if they did read it, it doesn’t apply to them). After spending $60 so we could jump it and get it unlocked to check the mileage, the dude interested in the truck wanted the title so he could register it.

Shawshank‘s working the morning shift today, and I’m trying to decide if I want to stream. It’s Friday, which means it would probably suck. I want to, because I like to keep getting online, but I’m also coughing. The cough isn’t the 24/7 cough, and I found an expired inhaler that helped, but still. It’s not sexy.

[Current Mood | unbothered era ]

[Listening To | [light jazz] ]

The forecast warned us today would be warmer, and it is. Podrick allowed us to stay in bed until at least 7am, knocking down my sunset lamp because he’s got that “KNOCK SHIT DOWN” gene, but still expecting to be cuddled for it. I woke up really early at one point, coming out of a dream that the wheat puffs we’ve been feeding the crows were attracting a huge number of rats, the likes of which haven’t been seen outside an Indiana Jones set, to feast on crow puffies at night.

Shawshank made us brunch yesterday, and with my face congested as fuck, I forced down some french toast and bacon that I could barely taste. Later, he loaded up some Roller Coaster Tycoon 3 and I gave myself a mani and pedi. It turned out ok. Not amazing, but I’m also not a good nail tech. I used the gel kit Shawshank‘s parents got me for Christmas, and it’s definitely something that needs more practice than the standard, off-the-shelf OPI polish. Plus, it’s a little awkward trying to stick my foot under the UV lamp.

I expect today won’t be much different. We have today off, followed by 4 days of opening shifts. I plan to get in the beanbag early, I want to see what I can get out of morning streams.

[Current Mood | drained ]

[Listening To | Weather reports: I hear hurricanes a-blowin' ]

Hello, world. I’m up, Shawshank got up and let me doze when Podrick did the asshole things. He was a very snuggly boy this morning (Podrick, not Shawshank), but he knocked stuff around and got Shawshank out of bed.

My cold wiped out any drive I might have had to be performatively skanky yesterday. Instead of camming, I sat on the couch, blowing my nose nonstop, and teaching myself how to use Davinci Resolve. All I want to do is edit a landscape video into vertical, why’s it got to be so fucking difficult? I eventually got it, but that shit had me feeling like a Boomer with a flashing VCR clock.

I listened to cover songs, ate a liverwurst sandwich, used up an entire box of tissues, and played some Roller Coaster Tycoon 3 until Shawshank came home. My current park uses a coaster as an improvised shuttle across the park. At some point, I might actually get out of sandbox mode and play the game.

We have two days off. Today, we’re having brunch. I don’t feel like my head is quite as stuffy this morning, but we’ll see how the day goes.

[Current Mood | drained ]

[Listening To | anything but THAT MAN on tv ]

Hello, world. The week rolls on, and now it’s Tuesday. The crow army – now six members strong – landed in the front yard for breakfast at the feeder, ignoring the wheat puffs Shawshank scattered in the back. They picked at the leftover sunflower seeds the smaller birds pulled out of the feeders.

My allergies are kicking in this week. It started yesterday…. it’s nothing an allergy pill can’t help. Halfway through my stream, I started to feel that hot, “this might not be allergies” tingle in my face. That tingle didn’t let up overnight, in fact it’s in full force this morning. I feel like it’s probably a good thing that we have the next two days off because I just might go through a box of tissues.

From the sound of things, the crows hanging out on that side of the house now. Pippin is probably hunkered down, watching them.

I’m going to try and make today like yesterday. “Try” is an important word.