The snow was overrated. I’ve just seen it. It’s cold and white. I’m over it.
I ate a delicious eight ounce steak, with chicken and bacon tortellini, smothered in ragu. I gave up on the beer. I was bored, anxious, and tired. Diving into Baldur’s Gate really helped put me off the drink.
Len’s asleep next to me. I’m on the beanbag and she’s stirring, on the settee. I feel the need to go on a coffee binge. I need a high. Either it’s from endorphins from chocolate, caffeine, alcohol, or nicotine.
Of course now I’ve got to find another game to play while I think about Baldur’s Gate. It’ll be an easy decision when I’ve got the Xbox, because it’ll either be The Witcher 3, or Assassin’s Creed Origins, to begin with. I’ve got loads more in my digital library, many worth playing. Gaming’s my time out, my rest from reality. Yes, wouldn’t that be a surprise. Very funny.
Speaking of breaks from reality. My voices are aggressive. I don’t know why, but when it’s snowy, I feel I have to keep my voice down. Feeling like this has somehow amplified my feedback voices.
Len and I were at the doctor’s surgery. I observed the doctor moving everything around quietly and carefully. It took my attention. He was easing a bin lid down, unzipping his bag ever-so gently. I wondered if it was a behaviour I should mimic. There’s me scraping a hefty chair across the room, as he picked up all four legs and placed them back down neatly, on the floor at one side of the room.
I’ve realised my life’s easier if I just help Len with what she asks me to help with. It doesn’t cost much effort for me to make her something to eat, fetch her a drink. I’m quite liberated by not having to fight her at every request for aid. We seem to be getting on a lot better, too. I live to serve.