[Current Mood | blah ]

[Listening To | Pippin is screaming ]

Hello, world. It’s Monday, and I should post. I spent another night on the cough couch. Shawshank put me back into the bedroom when he got up for work. My chest gremlins woke up a bit later. Podrick came in to check on me, plunking down on my sternum, come to steal my breath like an old wive’s tale. Shawshank brought me my inhaler before he left, and I sat up for another 20 minutes or so while the lung stuff loosened up and settled down. I wanted/needed the sleep, so I put on a sleep daddy and forced myself to settle my brain a bit. It took three resets, but I did sleep.

I worked yesterday, and had to give up after about 90 minutes. The cough comes and goes, but can be triggered by talking too much, and it’s unsexy. I logged out with not much more than a screenshot to show for it.

I’m not worrying over doing it today. Shawshank will be home in a couple of hours. I’m going to make a third cup of coffee, and play some Roller Coaster Tycoon 3.

[Current Mood | blah ]

Good morning, y’all. It’s another hot one out on the grass, and we have all the doors and windows open before the coffee is gone. I started the night in bed, and moved out onto the couch around 4:30, when the greebles in my chest demanded I sacrifice some sleep. I dragged my pillow, inhaler, and vape out into the living room, and dozed until it was time to wake Shawshank up.

I slacked yesterday. I didn’t want to, and I’m beating myself up for it. I logged in and streamed while I put on makeup, fully intending to get on Chaturbate. Then, as usual for days when I think I’ll do an early stream, I realized that after I had things set up, I’d only be streaming for maybe an hour. Pointless. Instead, I went outside for some spin time. I soaked up the sun and spun my beloved pod poi for that hour. When Shawshank came home, I made a sandwich, then we played Roller Coaster Tycoon 3 all afternoon.

Back to the grind today. The powers that be have already put out a heat advisory for the day. Shawshank is working the full day, and I’m going to log in for a few hours.

[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.