Happy fucking Friday. It’s raining again. Will it ever stop? Eventually. We’ll have just enough sunlight for me to think I could enjoy the pool at the Confederate Compound for an afternoon or find a beach. It’ll never happen, I’ll only to have my hopes dashed by rain and no desire to leave the house.
My “Bioshock” collection was delivered a day early. Not super early, since the mail didn’t arrive until after dinner. I played for a couple of hours before Shawshank‘s nightly call. I’m doing my best to give it a fair shot; I’ve never really liked the first-person shooters I’ve played at the arcades. There’s a story to this one, however, and I’m hoping I don’t hate it. For the moment, my huge dislike is simply not being able to see who I’m playing.
We’re going out today. I believe we’re slated to go out to a couple of discount stores and then lunch. Since Mom can’t remember what time we’re getting picked up, I need to assume a human form. Gonna be fun, right?
Right?
I hope the weather holds up while you’re out.
It would be nice, but I’m not driving in it so I don’t care if it does. Just as long as the ground is dry so I can play outside tonight.