I really hate the Hearthstone quest system. Let me re-roll your story quests I don’t care about, bastards.
I didn’t finish all of my quests because I was just too damn tired. RetroGold was also too soothing of a streamer for me, I had to crash.
I woke up around 11:00 just to use the bathroom and take my medications. I missed a phone call and a text that came about half an hour later, inviting me to see an exhibit.
Thankfully I managed to not blame the person (“you shoulda told me yesterday blah blah”) because she was trying to just have a nice time with me and it was definitely my fault for deciding that sleeping in today would be fine.
We made plans to go out for some wine later in the evening.
I couldn’t finish my workout today.
I forgot my body razor again. Took me a long time to shave everything. I shave my sideburns now, I think it looks better. I’ll ask her for her opinion, or just see if she notices at all.
My sippy date isn’t until 19:00, so I’m listening to podcasts and getting some writing done. I’m also trying to get these Hearthstone quests cleared up so I can stream later.
I want to try to stream “until tired” and then take a nap before work. I feel like these evening late-starts are too much of an excuses and are preventing me from streaming as often as I should.
I think my streaming schedule should be descriptive of habits rather than prescriptive of habits I wish I could form.
Knocked on my window, quick swig of water.
Ambro Sangiovese-Montepulcia (Marche, Italy)
Out. Zinfandel then. Intensely-named Cabernet after.
I want to take a picture of the menu so I don’t forget the wines offered.
She takes pictures of the drinks. I am distracted, forget to take menu photo before it is whisked away.
She assures me the wines are on the site. It turns out they are not.
Music festival occurring.
Stop in a bar, band sounds like Tom Waits covering songs by Tom Petty.
She treats me to a Moscow Mule.
I say I’ve never had one, but I discover I’m wrong when I receive the drink.
I don’t correct myself. It’s refreshing.
She’s never witnessed this kind of socializing. I enjoy her reactions.
Back to the bar because I hear “Mr Mojo Rising.” It’s her song.
Last full song stated as “being for the 90’s kids out there.”
She doesn’t recognize the song. It’s Save Tonight by Eagle Eye Cherry.
If this were a movie and it were about to become tragic, the scene is perfect.
She asks me if it’s okay that she go compliment the fiddle player. I have no problem with it.
We smoke in her car.
I’m taken home.
We lie in my bed and ruin the mood talking about the past.
I send her home when I realize I have work in an hour.
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