Mornin’, y’all. Happy Humpday. In the NSFW social media world, it’s “wagon Wednesday”, with the wagon in question being your ass. I don’t know why. I would have thought humpday was pervy enough, but what do I know? I’m not a pro.
Yesterday was a day. I was up early, which isn’t a surprise to anyone. I’ve been in a foul mood lately, and the early mornings haven’t helped. We had some lunch and tried to play a game of Godtear. It went badly.
While it wasn’t quite the level of frustration and tears as the (one) time we played Risk together, it came damned close. I couldn’t explain things without sounding like a cunt. He kept annoying me by continuing to talk about game mechanics after we’d figured them out. It was a bad scene. I finally left the table and put on a tutorial because we couldn’t get through a round without frustration. An hour or so later, we tried again. Things went better. We played with small armies, using only one champion each. Shawshank won after four rounds. The game can go either way very quickly.
On the good side of things, he went out and bought some Brussels sprouts at the little market. Shawshank cubed some chicken breasts, and made a pan of stuffing. I mixed it all in a bowl with some shredded cheese and honey mustard and it was the best damned thing I’ve had in my mouth in the last year.
He’s back to work today. I’m determined to assume a human form.
