Good morning, world. It’s a sunny day, y’all. I watched from bed while a red sunrise crept up the pines in the front yard. Shawshank tried to let me sleep. Pippin jumped up to check me out, but wasn’t interested in cuddling. Podrick eventually started to fuck with the window, and I got out of bed.
I didn’t dye my hair like I planned, I got as far as brushing it out with the intention of separating it into easy-to-color portions. At that point, I remembered I’d washed it the night before, and the dye sticks better to “dirty” hair. In an effort to make myself feel like I got dressed, I changed into a different bathrobe. I watched a couple of episodes of “ER“, made myself some oatmeal for lunch, then played Saints Row IV until Shawshank came home.
I started one of the DLC missions while he was home, “How the Saints Save Christmas”. He’s watched me play the game, but he’s very rarely at home to see me do more than generally being a menace to Steelport. He’s seen a couple of missions, but this was the first time he’s seen the fun unfold from the beginning. I failed the last part, because I had no idea what I was doing. I’ll succeed later.
Shawshank has today off, so we’re going out to Shady Acres. Snow is on the schedule for tomorrow.
