Good gracious, it’s Friday! We’re up, the sun is up, the cats have eaten breakfast, and we’re drinking coffee. Pipping just crawled up into Shawshank‘s lap, and Podrick is chasing dust motes in a sunbeam.
We had the laziest of days yesterday. Shawshank switched the TV from politics somewhat early, and played some Burnout Paradise. He plays it like I do, mostly driving around, just doing fast shit. He completed a few more events, chipping away at that Class B license. Eventually, it seemed like the light was exactly wrong every time he wanted to do an event. He would be night racing without headlights, or heading straight into the sun.
I took a turn and played Saints Row IV for a while. I completed a couple of missions, and tried to romance Keith David. He rejected my advances. I worked my way across two hoods, picking up clusters and causing mayhem. I’m having fun climbing tall buildings and jumping off of them, and blowing up crowds.
We’re working tonight. I haven’t decided what I’ll wear.
