So this weekend, although in antisocial recuperation, I went on the following adventures:
- I went to bass guitar practice and worked on my borked technique (I let go of my strings too quickly, it seems).
- I lazed in the sun with a book and got my first bit of tan while Bodhi was running up and down the garden. It’s great to look somewhat healthy again. Yay! I don’t look like I’m a week dead anymore!
- I went to the vet with Bodhi, and it all went flawlessly. He got his shots and is in perfect health. He’s growing well and is bound to gain quite a few more kilos although he seems to have pretty much reached his full height.
- I played Final Fantasy 13 and fought my way through the Fifth Ark (damn that took long), whooped Cid Raines’ ass (while feeling the dude had a point, I felt sorry for him. also, he wasn’t all that hard of a battle for me – I did well enough, took me three times to beat him) and then proceeded to get my ass handed to me by two Eidolons in battles after one another (screw you Bahamut, screw you Alexander). But then the kicker came when I entered the great planes of Gran Pulse and Olli dared me to go and attack the incredibly huge monster (think the eliphaunts in LOTR) that was stomping around there and minding its own business. I poked him with my sword a little so the battle would commence, and then the beast took one step…. and killed me unceremoniously with over 10,000 damage. It was frigging HILARIOUS!
- I cleaned the bathroom (always an adventure 
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- And Olli and I jammed together tonight, and now the tendons in my lower arms (not to mention my poor callused fingers) are telling me how much they hate me.
Wasn’t that exciting? 
Next up: The Great Laundry Offensive!
But that’ll be tomorrow.