It’s fucking morning, y’all. I hear something big outside, somewhere in town. Maybe it’s a sinkhole opening up, it’ll swallow me, and I won’t bitch about not sleeping anymore. Maybe I need a coffin of dirt.
We had a Sunday. Shawshank made us brunch and handled the laundry. I played some “Persona 5” before we went to Shady Acres. Since I was in the middle of shit, I brought the game with me, and made some more headway. Unfortunately, I couldn’t get to a save point before we left Shady Acres, so I ended up hogging the TV for another hour while I finished up some battles. Once I finished some fights and a cut scene, I saved and quit for the night. Shawshank says this is endgame.
He has to work for the first half of the week. It’s all night shifts. Today, I’m going to try to keep moving so I don’t nap. I have two orders coming in from Temu that might show up tomorrow, although if there’s a post office miracle, something might show up today. Depending on how I’m feeling/looking this afternoon, I’ll take some smutty pics for the spicy pages.
