Hello, world, it’s fucking Monday. It’s pretty typical here. I’m up because sleep hates me. The household as a whole is up because Podrick hates sleep.
Yesterday was a lazy, gamey day. Shawshank played Saints Row: the Third all morning. He leveled up a few times and stole a few cars. I did a few of the activities he doesn’t like while he made brunch, then I stole a chopper and flew around the city. I uncovered a few more gang hot spots, and handled some of his available upgrades and bonuses.
While he played, I looked at some Reddit posts about Civ. I’ve been having a terrible time in the early game, plunging into a Dark Age every single time I move into the Classical Era. Between yesterday’s reading and Saturday morning’s videos, I came to the conclusion that I’m somehow doing both too much and not enough. I did a bit better last time around; while it wasn’t a Golden Age, it’s a “normal” age at least. I let Shawshank name my new religion, I want Rome and its Spoonies to absorb the Vatican City.
It’s going to be a steady week for us. Shawshank‘s on the schedule for a week of night shifts, which gives me a straight week of streaming from the bean.
