I stayed up until 5 last night, so I didn't get up until 11. I ate two bowls of multigrain cheerios and took a shower where I listened to Supermassive Black Hole. I played Red Dead in the basement for an hour before realising that I was meeting Luisa in 20 minutes. I did the dash and sped through the rest of the quest, where Charles and I rescued Eagle Flies from Fort Wallace in northern New Hanover. Things got a little testy, and we barely made it out of there. Jet by Wings was playing in my AirPods while it happened. It was magical. I made it to Tacoria without a minute to spare. We got the nachos with chicken, which was exceptional. Gonna leave out the gory details of the rest of it due to potential awkwardness even though I know you and I are the only people who read this (hopefully). When I got back, Leo's parents were drinking Rosé with my parents in the living room. I waited them out upstairs. When they finally left for dinner, I went downstairs and caught myself up on Brooklyn Nine-Nine. It was very good. Then, I watched the final three episodes of Cowboy Bebop. It hit me very, very hard. What else could I have expected? I love that show. I am now blogging, tweeting, and listening to the Inside soundtrack all at once. The song of the day is Out of Touch by Hall and Oates. 10/10. See you, space cowboy...
Comments
Post a Comment