Happy Monday, y’all. The sun is coming up, the sky’s looking weird, and I’m feeling muggy as fuck for this early hour. It’s going to be one of those days, isn’t it?
We spent Sunday afternoon at Shady Acres. Shawshank and his dad spent half the time in the yard, dealing with the lawn. I brought the Switch with me, stayed inside where the allergies weren’t, and played “Slay the Spire“. We left shortly after dinner, when my father-in-law said no one will be able to drive their gas-powered cars in California after the new year and climate change was propaganda. Shawshank wisely took me home before I could start fact checking an old guy.
As for the game, I’m enjoying it immensely. It’s incredibly low-pressure. Back in college, I loved watching MTG matches between the rest of my friend group. I never got into playing myself because I was too poor to buy cards to get started. The only other deck-building card game I’ve played was “Hearthstone” on one of our old tablets, but I never really got into it. What I like most about “Slay the Spire” is how I don’t need to know what cards I have in my deck: every single run is different. You’re not building the perfect deck, you’re doing what you can with what you get. You get what you get and you don’t get upset*.
I finished matting the last of the pink hair yesterday. I needed four more locs. Do you think I could have that one thing? No. Unfortunately, I only managed to create another three out of the bundle. I’ll make do; I can finagle shit enough to install a mere 39 instead of the full 40 locs.
Today, I’ll seal everything with the iron. The sooner I finish the new noodles, the sooner I can put them in. At some point, I also need to wash the glowworm locs. After 5 weeks of being stuck to my head with minimal washing, they’re grungy. I’ve got meat out and defrosting, and I think it’s about time to start my day.
* Instead, you pay to remove something shitty you picked up and then can’t afford any potions and lose anyway.
