Good morning, world. The sun is up. We’re up. Podrick is up. We have coffee. He wants breakfast. It’s not breakfast time though, we’re only up because Shawshank is working some mid-shifts this week. THE BOY HAS TO WAIT.
Aside from not leaving the house, we had a nice Sunday. Shawshank left very briefly to handle trash for his parents, but other than that, it was a quiet day. We had brunch and laundry. Shawshank played some Saints Row IV for a while, doing one big rescue and a couple of smaller missions. I played for about an hour, which was enough time for me to complete one mission and collect all the remaining collectibles on the map. I have one mission left.
The highlight of the night was Wrestlemania. Last night was the second night of the event. Saturday’s event wasn’t bad, just disappointing. Sunday night started off with a bang – OMG – and never really stopped. The pacing of everything was a lot better, even if the majority of the matches felt way too short.
The ads never stopped.
I put some blue dye in my hair after the meat-slapping event was over, and Shawshank let me watch a couple of episodes of “Grey’s” before I rinsed it out. I did a shitty job with it, and I’ll have to touch up my roots today. I’ll do it tonight, after work.
