Good morning. We’re all up and awake. There’s a breeze outside, but it’s not bitter enough to keep Pippin from sitting on her little table by the back door. It’s Friday. The weekend approaches.
Yesterday was rather bleh, in my opinion. I played Just Dance, but stopped after only about 30 minutes. I didn’t feel like I was firing on all cylinders, even after eating something. A half hour of bad dancing is better than nothing at all, though, so I counted it as a net positive.
I spent most of the afternoon playing Skyrim. I think I spent a solid 15 minutes trying to rid myself of an obnoxious amount of potions I’d brewed. I’ll never use them, so I sell them. At the same time, they’re expensive potions, so most shopkeepers can only afford to buy a couple of them from me. Maybe I’ll drop a pile of them at the top of a mountain and yeet them into the sky.
We were able to go to the regular place for Date Night last night. The burger was damned tasty. And even though Shawshank‘s schedule meant we could stay up later, we both crashed early. He’s closing tonight, so I’ll have an entire evening to fuck around on my own.
