The week is rolling on. The Fates saw fit to bless us with a morning where no one ran across the bed or climbed a screen (more than twice). Note: at no point did the Fates decide I could sleep in.
Yesterday’s shift was slow. Things didn’t start on a good footing, I was setting up waffling on whether or not I even wanted to log in while I was setting up. Once I was logged in, my room wasn’t near as busy as it could have been. It seemed like nature was conspiring against me; my connection wasn’t great, and my natural light was just slightly awful. I saw some familiar faces in the list of viewers, but not a lot of activity from them.
I logged out after a couple of hours and made some dinner. While I didn’t take all of Shawshank‘s advice on a weapon (after blowing $300k on weapons upgrades, I went with a simple assault bat), I did put on Saints Row IV and fucked shit up. Lately, I have had two sources of glee in that game. First is using the alien abduction gun to suck people out of their cars, awarding myself bonus style points if I can get the victims stuck under an overpass. My other amusement is hanging out on top of buildings, using my powers of mind control to start street wars with the cops while I watch, untouched.
We have two more days of work. We’ll get through them.
