I’m personally offended that the weekend is over. It was nice. Yes, it’s a bit sunny out, and that’s good, and yeah, I’ve been ✨blessed✨ with another day of living, but still. It’s Monday.
We had a very lazy day. Aside from the laundry, we didn’t do much more than exist. Shawshank made us brunch. I skipped the French toast this weekend, opting to make an egg sandwich instead. I can only eat eggs like that a couple of times a year. It was a most delicious sandwich. Alas, I know the more frequently I eat it, the more likely it is I’ll have one of those stomach-churning “these eggs taste like eggs” moments. We’ll return to the regularly prepared brunches next week.
The laziness continued after brunch. Shawshank played Saints Row: the Third all afternoon. He reached a point in the game where you’re forced to do one terrible mission in order to unlock other missions and advance the story. He made a couple of attempts, then decided he’d seen enough of the story while watching me play and enabled all the cheat codes. He spent all afternoon blowing up everyone in the city. I worked on my embroidery project. I smoked up a good buzz and made the decision to use the chart as more of a guideline than anything else. It’s a terrible fucking chart.
I’ll be back in business this week. The Lovense dongle will be here today, which means I can get all the tech and toys all set up 100% and talking to each other. I’ll do a dress rehearsal this afternoon to make sure my improvised table will hold the Dell without too many adjustments to my “system”. I’ll assume the human form so I can go live if I wanna give it a whirl.
