WTF IS UP WITH THE SUNSHINE

Good morning, welcome to the new week. New week, new you? Probably not. Who has time for that sort of self-improving bullshit these days. My self-improvement is limited to the fact that I’m finally doing laundry after a ridiculous number of rainy days forced me to stay inside.

I’ll have to wear a weirdly goth outfit today, but whatevs.

We went to the Compound yesterday. Brian’s mom called on Friday and invited us over for dinner. Something about the invite made it seem like it was something more than the typical Sunday dinner invite.

Spoiler alert: it was not.

Same crew, different week. At least the pork actually resembled and tasted like pork.

Unfortunately, the weekly invites to Sunday dinner make it more difficult to go out and spin poi. I inevitably will blow through my phone’s battery while I try to avoid being hauled into a conversation. Also, we’re going to use a very loose definition of “conversation” because it’s more like a one-sided story time. Yesterday, I learned Mom‘s friend moved out of Windsor in 1953. Did I need to know this? Nope. I don’t even know why she was talking about it. Someone in the living room stood up and left and I was the last target to direct the story at.

Also, the racism is fucking strong in that house. Calling them out on it does nothing. My mother’s been calling them out for 25 years. They’re just shit people.

Eventually, we left. We made it home with 20% of a battery on my phone. I put it on the charger so I would have enough power for my chat with Shawshank later. With poi out of the question, I played more Subnautica. I honestly don’t know if it’s something I’ll be able to finish because I’m so bad and so easily spooked by everything. There’s fish attacking my Smart car-sized sub, giant (mostly) harmless floating reefs making spooky noises, there’s vast swaths of absolutely nothing and somehow that’s even scarier than anything else. I brought the Switch into the bedroom to play after calling Shawshank. Because I hate myself and decided I needed more terror in my life.

We have no plans for today. My load of wash is hanging out to dry, and I’m about to go get some clothes on.

Probably.