[Current Mood | creative ]

[Listening To | an interview with the Bella twins. I hate the Bella twins. ]

Good morning, world. The heat’s broken and we’re comfortable again. Podrick slept in, only coming up to the bed for a cuddle once I was already awake and checking the overnight news on my phone.

The Thursday shift was productive, and I feel like I leveled up a little. I’ve been making the effort to make eye contact, or at the very least, look at my cam as often as I can. It makes a massive difference in traffic for me, and I need every bit of help I can get with that. I’m also talking nonstop. NONSTOP.

A month ago, I gave up the combination dirt-mall fortune teller psychic hotline shtick: dudes don’t watch witchy unless it’s a big-tiddy goth girl, which isn’t my niche. Instead, I’m learning to harness whatever it is about me that compels them to call me mommy. I’ve been leaning into a mommy-dommy JOI milf vibe over the last couple of weeks, experimenting with ways to gamify it. The last week or so have been ok, and I’ve pretty much worked out the simple, easy “rules” of the game. Yesterday afternoon, I whipped up a new overlay for my OBS, and it worked fabulously. It gave me something to work with as a launching point for my nonstop talking. More importantly, I had fun and made money.

Today is Friday, and Fridays are usually pretty sucky for me. I’m going to do some morning stuff, then get my ass on the bean again.

[Current Mood | okay ]

[Listening To | fluffy morning news ]

Good morning, y’all. The week rolls on, and we’ve hit Thursday. Podrick woke me while attacking the bedroom window’s screen, earning himself an early morning leg sweep. Aside from that, he was good.

The heat was awful yesterday. It was about 90℉ when I finished setting up the bedroom, but I logged in and made enough to buy a value meal from Wendy’s, if I still had a Wendy’s to feed my spicy chicken bacon Asiago ranch addiction. I had promised myself a post-shift reward: an Irn Bru. Since work sucked, no treats.

I put clothes on, made a sandwich for dinner, then played outside for a while. I couldn’t sit inside when it was so damned nice out. A thunderstorm hit TinyTown – barely – while I’d been working, and the air was still thick, but the sun was shining and the patio was clean enough to keep me barefoot. I enjoyed some spin time, then washed my hair and played Roller Coaster Tycoon 3 until Shawshank came home.

Today’s weather is supposed to be less brutal. I’m going to tweak some OBS overlays, fuck with my hashtags, and get online again.

[Current Mood | unbothered era ]

[Listening To | the shower, which means it's time to shower ]

Good morning, world. It’s another hot one here, with a forecast predicting 90℉+ for a high. We’re not there yet, but it definitely feels like it’s going to happen. The sun is shining, and there’s not much of a breeze. On the other hand, we were allowed to sleep in, with minimal interruptions from Podrick or lung stuff. A coughing fit woke me up in the middle of the night, prompting me to get up and hunt for my inhaler in the living room. I took a couple of hits from it, got a drink, and went back to bed.

Yesterday was the semi-annual road trip into polite society: Walmart. Shawshank drove us to the closest town big enough to have both a Walmart and a McDonalds. There was a quick stop at a gas station near BiggerTown, where Shawshank bought a cowboy hat and sodas to fuel us on the 90-minute drive. It was a gorgeous day for a drive.

Walmart was good. We did some grocery shopping, and picked up some stuff we can sometimes find in Slightly BiggerTown, but in smaller quantities and/or at higher prices. Sadly, I didn’t find any shaved steak. We found something similar we’ll try, but I honestly think the only way I’ll have a streak + bleu cheese grinder is if I go to the butcher and get them to shave some for me. If they’ll even do that.

We also grabbed some non-food stuff. I topped up my supply of $5 tank tops – I left with three, but could have been happy with a dozen. I tried to find clearance bikini tops for work, but there weren’t any. The only clearance I picked up was some emotional support chicken nuggets. Shawshank found some undershirts. We spent a Canadian amount of time looking at water bottles. I found two spoons in housewares that exceeded my “spoon acceptability” standards. Even the cats got a new toy.

It was nice to get out.

Shawshank stopped at McDonalds and left me in the truck to record a ridiculous Tiktok while he bought us some lunch. Then we pointed the truck back towards home. I unwrapped and handed him cheeseburgers while eating… nuggets, natch.

We’re back to work today. Hopefully the bedroom doesn’t get too hot to work.

Hello, world. It’s another sunny day, and we’re up. After one coughing fit about 20 minutes after we got into bed, I managed to stay in bed for the whole night. Podrick came up in the morning for cuddles, and let Shawshank sleep past 7am.

Yesterday was hot and we didn’t do much. Shawshank worked the morning shift, and I played Roller Coaster Tycoon 3 until he came home. He played for the rest of the afternoon. Yesterday’s experiment was making paddle boats. I kept having issues with the two stations, but eventually made it work. Later, I made a park that had a large central island, but eventually decided I didn’t like it.

We’re going out for a drive today. I should get ready.

[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.