Hello, world. If you’re reading this, you’ve at least made it to Friday. I woke up early-ish, but not really early. It was early, but not angrily early. I quietly scrolled through Reddit for 20 minutes until it was time for Shawshank‘s alarm to do alarming things.
We spent the day doing nerdy things. Shawshank warned me on Wednesday night: I think I wanna watch the Critical Roll special tomorrow. Considering the number of hours I hoard the TV and force him to suffer Skyrim, I had absolutely no problem. I put on makeup, dressed, and settled in on the couch with the Switch in handheld mode while he had the TV.
I played Disco Elysium. It’s not a game I can play for hours at a time, not like Skyrim or Witcher. I don’t stream while I play it because its pacing is so slow. Right now, the amount of “map” I have access to is pretty limited. I’m in a loop of [TALK TO PERSON A] ➡ [TALK TO PERSON B] ➡ [TALK TO PERSON C] 🔄, walking between everyone multiple times. It would be better if some of the pathways you’re forced to travel through weren’t so convoluted. For instance, in my opinion, I absolutely should not be forced to walk in only one direction around that fucking statue.
Once Shawshank had finished watching his special, I streamed Skyrim for most of the afternoon. The chatting was surprisingly steady considering the holiday. There were a few trolls, which I handled with aplomb, as usual. I ended up making a little bit of money – not much, but whatever.
Shawshank‘s old boss called me about some website stuff. She texted him to ask for my number, and he offered up a prediction about what the problem was. He was correct: she was confused about prices in one category, and needed me to change another. I asked for clarification on a sales graphic, which she hadn’t even thought of by that point. Once we were on the same page – the sale prices are right regardless of what the discount looks like – I took another hour to update the graphic and prices on some things she hadn’t already marked down. She texted me with another problem while I was working on things, which I naturally forgot until just this minute.
We’re leaving the house today. Shawshank‘s mom has a dental appointment in Slightly BiggerTown, and we’re her designated driver. She offered to buy us lunch, and we’ll do some shopping while we’re in town. THE THRIFT SHOP WILL BE OPEN!
