Good day, my friends. Happy Sunday. The weekend is winding down. Fortunately, the weather is nice for a change. I woke up to actual fucking sunshine for the first time in over a month. Mom has Brian’s jeans in the washer already. Depending on speed, I might be able to have some clean pants myself.
I played Subnautica all afternoon. I’m having trouble dealing with pretty much everything. I’m running the game in the easier mode. While I don’t need to worry about food and water, oxygen and hit points are still a thing. My oxygen control is shit (but getting better). The fish are god damn terrifying. I fucking know the reefback isn’t coming for me, but that doesn’t stop me from freaking out a bit when I hear it. Don’t even get me started on the floating island I visited. That was pants-shittingly fun as well.
More importantly, we can describe my inventory management as “mostly nonexistent”. I’m trying to force myself to pick up the things I really need – rocks – and ignore the readily available scrap metal that I don’t need as much of right now. But I’m also one of those people who wants to pick up everything and has trunks and trunks of random books in my home(s) in Skyrim.
I really wanted to play some more last night, in the dark. Unfortunately, I was too sleepy to go back into the other room to get the Switch before bed.
However, I did go outside and spin for a little while last night for about a half hour of spin time. Things were warm and muggy and I almost broke a bedroom window. Then, while I was on my call with Shawshank, I painted another five fortune cards. I let him choose a color scheme for one of them, asking him “what color does this one feel like?” Because that totally makes sense.
Mom beat me to the washing machine. Maybe tomorrow I can wash things.
Today is already shaping up to be a regular, everyday, normal Sunday. Brian has already put on HGTV. We’ve been invited over to the Compound for a cookout. I’m not entirely sure how this differs from every other Sunday invite. Perhaps there will be more people, which means I could be woefully under-equipped with the spoons to handle them. Regardless, I have fresh vape carts and I’m beyond giving a shit these days.
