Good morning, world. I think it’s Monday, I don’t know, nor do I care. My birthday is in two days, so I’m dealing with my own mortality. I was up earlyish, but mostly tried to relax rather than be angry about it. If I’m relaxed, Chaucer is relaxed, which means he’s not in the living room screaming and waking Shawshank. I couldn’t get comfortable, and I couldn’t find a position satisfactory in both comfort and temperature. It wasn’t bad enough to push me out into the living room, but it kept me awake.
Shawshank worked yesterday, so I had the day to myself. I didn’t bother to fire up a live stream on any app. The Superbowl was happening, and I just assumed chat traffic would be non-existent. I can’t compete with Kendrick and bikini cheeseburger commercials. Instead, I played about 40 minutes of Just Dance. I treated myself to the 2025 game while it was still on sale, mentally justifying it to myself: mom sent $100 for Christmas. After a couple of familiar choreos for a warm-up, I danced through two of the new playlists. They weren’t bad, but it feels weird to be bad at things again.
After dancing, I switched to Divinity: Original Sin 2, which I haven’t played in months because I got hooked on Slay the Spire and then Persona 5 Royal. I figured I’d just continue with the last save.
That last save:
I didn’t care what progress I lost, I just loaded up the save before that one. I was not dealing with that shit.
Shawshank is working tonight, then has the next two days off. I’m going to play some Just Dance and Divinity: Original Sin 2 and fuck with people for the evening.
