Extra Sloppy

I could get used to this, although I shouldn’t. Lately I’ve been staying up a bit later and sleeping in a bit more then lounging in bed until at least 8am before even making an attempt to start my day. Today I whiled away some time by listening to an Irish radio special featuring my favourite Tryer Justine. She was sharp. When that ended I did some French lessons to stay ahead of the rabble, I’m really going for it this week, I’m trying to finish first in the top league of Duolingo. When I’d run low on hearts I watched a bit of YouTube. It was past nine by the time I washed up and headed downstairs for my normal breakfast. It was very good, as usual. My egg supply is finally starting to dwindle, I think I’ll need to have a shop in the next few days and I’ll buy an irresponsible amount of eggs. After cleaning up the breakfast mess I sprinted up to my computer and streamed my MSC challenges on Twitch again today then I updated Musings and checked the site analytics, viewership is low. I decided some exercise was in the cards today so I went out and scraped my driveway clean. There had been some freezing drizzle followed by wet snow. This left a heavy wet layer with a crusty bottom, like a hobo who’s been on the train too long. I had heard the two older people on either side of me try and scrap earlier when it was still quite frosty and struggle, the task being harder than it needed to be. My virtuous patience paid off as the crusty layer was more apt to release in chunks. I had Rhythm of War going the entire time and also cleaned my truck completely off too, then shovelled up that mess. Everything was spic and span when I went back in.

By this time it had crept up to noon and I decided I’d eat, despite having had breakfast only a few short hours ago. I think I was trying to keep the tank full to generate some feeling of comfort. The portion size also fits that theory. I boiled some water and prepared not one, not two, but three packages of Mr Noodle. Two of them were the regular chicken and one was the spicy chicken. It was fantastic, with just the right amount of spice. It also checked the box of being super filling. The effort in the driveway must have worked up an apetite for me. I also treated myself to a Dr Pepper, just cause.

When I’d cleaned up the remnants of that meal and did a couple songs of dancing to try and burn some of that lunch off I made my way upstairs to engage with my book. I said yesterday that I’d taken down twenty percent of the novel and thought it would be good to rip another twenty off today, so with a goal in mind, I set to work. It was an easy win. When I’d finished that I turned back to some French lessons. I’m trying to rack up between two and three hundred XP points a day, this requires a couple of sessions of lessons. I got a frantic email from the Booj and GRP about fantasy hockey so dealt with that appropriately. Apparently Yahoo wanted to check if I’d prefer to use their email as my default and while the question was pending they reverted my settings back to using only their email account so I didn’t see any of the emails over the last couple of weeks regarding the league. That was a dirty trick, only once I logged in did I see the question and select something other than their service, mostly out of convenience but a little out of spite. I watched some more YouTube and before I knew it, we were up to five. I made some chicken bites and headed downstairs. I’m noticing a bit of a pattern, daytime spent above ground and after dark I slink down to my lair. Tonight I watched a film called Shimmer Lake on Netflix. I started watching it because I felt that cast was going to make it good, but it was the writing more than that which made this enjoyable. I had my guesses of what was going to happen but was pleasantly surprised with the ending. The way the story was unfurled was delightful also, really teased me the whole way. Good film. I was comfortable so I put on Robin Hood (2018). As happy as I was with Shimmer Lake, I was equally frustrated and angered by this version of Robin Hood. The writers and directors should have to pay some kind of penalty for this, maybe a five year ban from working to think about what they’ve done. The customer designer shouldn’t be allowed to work again. It was as if they had gone out of their way to be as inaccurate and stupid as they could possibly be. When you are watching a period film and some of the characters are wearing modern hoodies and they have perfectly tailored leather jackets it really takes you out of the movie. I’m coming to this very late so I’m sure the internet has already lost their mind on this (I didn’t bother to check, I like to go in fresh) so I won’t rub more dirt in these eyes. I wanted some kind of a palate cleanser but it was already half nine. I started to watch a version of the Saint not starring Val Kilmer and had to turn it off after ten minutes. You can’t cleanse the palate with something even more terrible. I went to the cloud and watched a couple YouTube clips to calm myself before sleep.