Slow Saturday

I woke up early and realized that I didn’t have a plan for the day. Nothing at all. I don’t talk politics on here so I didn’t mention the big announcement the previous day about further lockdowns and impingements of freedoms and all that jazz. But I can say that I noticed that most people seemed be feeling a general sense of malaise from it all. Most people just wrote the day off. I was in the same camp. I didn’t feel like doing anything. I’m aware enough to know that I’ve been getting less and less sleep this week and as such I’m feeling a bit low. There was some other things I won’t share that had me feeling this way too. The sum of the equation is that I wasn’t feeling like grabbing the world by the tail on this day. I lounged in bed for a bit before getting up and cleaning myself to face the day. Rather than making a proper breakfast I warmed up the wedges from the previous afternoon and popped the top on my cannister of Pringles Baconator flavoured chips. It was a filling and gross meal. I filled my thermos with water and went to my lair to get to work on the simulated farm. I matured and harvested the crop I planted yesterday. I bought and built new bins to store my growing mountain of feed stocks. This took several hours, it’s not as easy as you’d think. I started planning my next land purchase, I’m a bit torn, might buy the huge fields behind my home and combine them into a mega field. I’ve got all the biggest iron in the game, might as well make it feel small. I was feeling pretty sleepy while playing so I thought I’d try on a nap. Again, it didn’t take. Instead I made my way to the kitchen as it’d been five plus hours since the first meal. I cooked a cardboard pizza, adding some Great Value brand Tex Mex shredded cheese and some Cholula hot sauce to liven it up. I drank several pints of water to go with it.

I climbed to my office and perched in front of my personal computer and cleared up all my lingering MSC challenges from the week, which were about all of them. I enjoyed some podcasts while doing that, clearing the queue again. Next up on the leisure tour was a couple hours of HomeScapes. I went at that until I was low on resources. It wanted me to pay up, instead I hobbled down to the main floor to join a video chat in progress with the boys. There were six of us that made the effort, one that REALLY made the effort and another who ignored us. I was mixing up a cocktail I’ve had a few times over the course of the year. McQ threw a name on it, it seemed very appropriate and was topical for me since I’d been watching clips from the last season of Game of Thrones earlier in the day. I was drinking green Powerade, which turns out is pineapple melon flavour, mixed with a bit of vodka. Initially I was having Absolute vodka but realized I had a better option and swtiched to Bohemian Spirits vodka. I was using my two ounce MSU Spartans shot glass to measure the booze. The glass was my Medieval Times black hurricane cup. Add the booze, add some ice, add some Powerade and then more ice. After urging from the Corn King (formerly known as the Meat Man) I used a metal straw to suck it back. Because of the aggressively bright green colour, McQ said it should be called wildfyre after the substance that played a prominent role in the Game of Thrones story. I loved the idea as much as I enjoyed the drink. I put away four before I realized I was outpacing the group. I reined it in some. Cheese, GRP, and McQ all dropped off after ten leaving Corn King, Booj and myself to laugh it up further. It was a fun time. We wrapped it up ahead of eleven. I was already in my bed with seven drinks in me. It was shortly after eleven that I went to sleep. I’d tucked in almost as many pints of water as cocktails through the night so I was feeling great at that point.