Sorry it has been SO long! I’m gonna be honest, I bought a Nintendo Switch Lite on Tuesday and I haven’t been able to put it down since. Literally, the moment I get home from work, I change and I play on the dang thing. I’ll play it until 10-11pm and then I’ll get ready for bed. It’s like a vicious gaming cycle! I’ve bought 3 games so far. They are= Animal Crossing: New Horizons, The Witcher 3, and Spyro (the one with 3 games remastered on it). I’ve been glued to Spyro, mostly. I think it said I was about 63% done with Ripto’s Rage which is the one I used to play when I was little and to be honest, it’s the only reason I bought the game. I know it has 2 other games on there and I might play those one day. I completely suck at The Witcher 3. I died 2 times within 10 minutes of playing. The first time was because I accidentally drew my sword around some soldiers and couldn’t remember how to sheathe it so they attacked and then I restarted with low health and accidentally fell down a drop off. This reminds me of the time I tried to get into Skyrim and died because a pack of wolves attacked me. I just suck at those types of games. There’s just so much to remember in the controls compared to the simple games like the other 2 I bought. And sometimes I struggle with those, ha! Anyway, I saw a bird at Wal-Mart while getting the Switch Lite and thought it was sweet it stayed there long enough for me to get a picture. Some woman was upset about it but it’s just a bird. They actually come in to Wal-Mart more than some people think (mainly ‘cuz no one thinks about that). I think they just tend to stay higher.
There’s not much to report on Dad’s Book. I’ve wanted to write but just been so lazy and glued to my new console. I do feel a bit guilty about buying it since I should save that money for when we eventually move. We need to be faster since there’s a new hole in the floor in the kitchen and we still have one of our toilets clogged. This house is just a mess. Speaking of house, last night I had this really weird dream that we were robbed and my roommate and I were trying to tell the police what happened. It got frustrating because when I tried to tell them my side, my roomie would butt in and try to add to the story. Eventually, the cop had to interview us separately. One of the things that sucked was both mine and her car were stolen. Although, in the dream, my mom’s car was there for some reason. Anytime I have dreams like that where it seems so realistic, I spend a good hour trying to remind myself it didn’t actually happen.
Okay, I need to stop blogging. I’m at work and even though I’m bored, I still need to go do something.