Good morning, world. It’s fucking Saturday. The sun isn’t up; the day hasn’t even broken and Podrick has already been yelled at. Maybe if I give him breakfast, he’ll start behaving like a normal cat.
We had a busy day yesterday. We had an extra stop to make, so we headed out to Slightly BiggerTown earlier than normal. Our first stop was to a dealership for an oil change. When I eventually got bored of scrolling through Reddit, I pulled my Switch out. A thought crossed my mind as Balatro booted up: by starting this run, I’ve just guaranteed the truck will be finished in a couple of minutes. I wasn’t wrong, and within 10 minutes, we were paying and on our way into “downtown” to shop. We completed the shopping circuit, grabbed lunch to-go, and were back on the road and heading home within an hour or so.
The rest of the day was relaxing. I finished my game of Balatro then played a bit of Saints Row: the Third. I did a couple of drug deals, assassinated someone, and failed a couple of copter-related missions. A couple of levels ago, I started unlocking the really fun shit– I barely take damage anymore. Thursday night, I hit level 50, unlocking unlimited ammo. Things have become incredibly ridiculous.
Shawshank is working this morning, but I’m taking the day off. I want to put on some comfy clothes, and I have a couple of little projects I want to work on.
