Good morning, world. It’s snowing. It’s snowing again. But it’s Friday. Yay Friday? In any other world, this would be the end of the week. In our world, it’s just Friday. Podrick was a better boy this morning, and stayed off the bed and out of trouble for the most part.
I say he’s better, because yesterday he was an awful shit. He saw a bird chilling on the gutter’s downspout and flipped his shit for the next 45 minutes. I wanted/needed to set up the bedroom for work, but Pod wanted to climb the shelves to reach a bird that was long gone. Pippin came out of the woodwork to watch the birds – on the ground by this point – and Pod settled down with her. It was definitely a “just get on the fucking bed, girl” kinda day. I feel like Thursdays and Fridays are the worst in terms of my room’s ranking, and yesterday didn’t seem much different.
I logged out after about 4 hours, made sure everyone in the house was fed, then grabbed a controller. For a change of pace, I loaded up Saints Row: the Third with the intention of fucking around a little. Instead, Shawshank came home just in time to watch me beat the game. This brings the number of games I’ve actually completed to three:
- Aladdin (1993) on the Sega Genesis – this is such an achievement for me I want to put it on both my resume and my headstone
- Assassin’s Creed IV: Black Flag
- Saints Row: the Third – huzzah!
Today’s going to be more of the same, I can feel it already. I’m going to try to make some more money.
