Happy Hump Day, y’all. It’s Wednesday, and I’m up. I’ll wake Shawshank in 10 minutes or so. Pod’s had me up since 5am, but there’s no reason both of us need to be up.
I chickened out on the filthy-stream last night. After Shawshank left for work in the afternoon, I found and brought all the cables and lights into the bedroom. Since it was so nice outside, I took the chance to enjoy fact I had sunshine, warmth, and no breeze. I spun poi for a while. It went ok. I streamed on Instagram, just to get my ass out there in some fashion. No talking, just practice. Silent practice, at that, because they’ll shut your shit down for music in the background.
I started setting up the smutty stuff while dinner was cooking. It was around that point I realized being personable was the last fucking thing I wanted to do. Instead, I edited some spinning clips while I watched the LA protests. I brought the bong and balls back outside for more spinning. When I was back inside, I pushed the pirate chest out of the way and played Just Dance for a half hour.
I was baked as fuck, but I still beat my personal best on one of my nemesis songs. It was the only high score I was able to get.
Today, same. I’m hoping to have a better attitude.
