Good morning, world. It’s Wednesday, and on Wednesdays we wear pink. Or something like that. I’m not even thinking about clothing at the moment. I’m in a Pusheen onesie, I’m good. I woke up with the unusual treat of Pippin curled up between my legs; Chaucer opted to sleep on Shawshank‘s side of the bed for a change.
I didn’t feel like doing anything yesterday. I spun poi for a little while before Shawshank‘s lunch break, which was nice. At some point, in the last day or two, my phone disconnected itself from our wifi. I didn’t notice until after last night’s dinner. This might explain why the traffic to my afternoon bullshit streams has sucked lately. No one wants to watch an old chick’s frozen feed.
After lunch, I fired up the Switch. I played a bit of “Disco Elysium” before heading into the world of dragons. I’m enjoying it, but it’s not really one I can play with an audience. There’s a lot of reading that my “audience” wouldn’t see, so they’d miss out on things. As it is, I had someone complaining they couldn’t see what I was doing in Skyrim. “Set up a mirror”, someone suggested. My dude, the stream already looks like the Wish version of Twitch, and now you want me to add a mirror over my head?
I have already did a little bit of work to do this morning. Nothing big, only making a new graphic for Shawshank‘s boss, then updating the website. My orders were to make it bright and clashy, and it is. She’ll add my “fee” to Shawshank‘s last paycheck. Aside from figuring out what to make for dinner, I don’t have any thoughts about the day.
