It’s fucking Friday, which means only two shifts between Shawshank and his weekend. The skies are a bit gloomy; however, the sun’s not quite up yet so who knows what meteorological shit awaits us.
I didn’t do much of anything yesterday. I had a plan to fire up a frisky live stream and make a stockpile of waffles for the weekend brunch days. Shawshank brought some Bisquick home for me, but most of the sun had moved away from that side of the house by afternoon. There’s always today, as long as I can put my ass in gear early enough.
I started Neverwinter Nights on the Switch. It goes on sale pretty frequently, and I bought it two years ago during a Nintendo sale. Shawshank and I had it on the PC during the initial release and I remember really enjoying it, even if we didn’t advance too far in the game. Alas, the game did not survive its port to the Switch. It’s awful. I can’t deal with the interface at all.
I’ve been forcing myself to respond to at least some of the people who contact me on social media during/after streams. Since I get messages on all the things, I try to reply to at least one person on each site. Usually, I base my decision on who gets a reply on how coherent or amusingly awful the initial message is. So far, the guys on Twitter have been great. Both have been generous. On the other hand, I’ve got a time waster on Instagram who thinks I’ll fall for “I’ll Cashapp you $4000 if you can make me bust my nut” bullshit. I think I made about $8 yesterday. On a positive note, Catnip the Khajiit reached level 38 in Skyrim.
Shawshank has another long shift today, and the regular Saturday shift has been extended as well. We’re pushing date night out to tomorrow. The vacuum is doing its thing right now, and I think I’m going to go take a bath, assume a human form, and just do shit.
