Good morning, world. It’s fucking Friday. Everyone is up. I was blessed with a pre-dawn visit from the snugglerbeast. We cuddled; I scratched his head and he tried to suck on my finger, then he left me to doze while he did Podrick things.
I didn’t do clown stuff yesterday. I forgot to moisturize my face early enough in the morning for it to soak into my skin and not fuck with the white paint. Instead of a clown look, I opted for a shitload of blush, a bold lip, and a blonde wig. I looked fucking good. I logged in, and made about $60 within the first 40 minutes. The rest of the stream was slower, but I still made about $84 for the night. I feel like that might be a hard night to beat, but I’m fucking proud of myself.
While I was streaming, I bought Shawshank‘s Christmas presents. On top of buying his presents, not one thing in the cart was for me. Two of the items couldn’t be shipped to the PO box, but there was still plenty for him without those. I’ll need to pick up some wrapping paper during one of our shopping trips.
Unlike yesterday, I’ve already put the lotion on my skin. We’ll shower, make lunch, and I’ll try to time things so I’m not spending 18 hours in clown mode.
