Good morning, world. It’s a muthafuckin’ Sunday. I’ve been up since 4am. Podrick curled up with me for a cuddle before running off. He started causing trouble, so I locked him out of the bedroom. With the barricade in place, I returned to a guided meditation that brought me to a moonlit meadow. I slept for an hour or so.
I did everything I wanted to do yesterday, namely putting clothes on and being a human. Honestly, putting on real clothes was my only goal. I’m all for chilling on the couch in comfy pants and shit, but existing in this quasi-couchrot stage – going from comfy pants to half-naked and then back – was getting to me. I did my makeup, then put on at least four articles of clothing, and played Saints Row: the Third until Shawshank came home from work.
As we can see in the video, we’re no longer playing as emo Daisy Duke. I’m still not doing much with the story line in the game. Instead, I’m buying up everything I can, and collecting cars. I figure I managed to play about 18 hours before learning (two nights ago) I could save the cars I’ve stolen. I jack anything remotely funky. It’s giving me a lot of experience handling the different cars. I’ve upgraded enough to have assistance with a lot of things, which has made taking down most gang activity pretty manageable. I even managed to successfully complete two assassination missions last night.
Shawshank is working all day today. I’m going to assume a human form once again, and see how a casual Sunday stream treats me. We’ll have pizza and TV and the next two days off.
