Today has been garbage

One of those lingering bad mood, stressed out, all for no particular reason sorts of days. I feel like I left work on Friday feeling like I had a bunch of stuff I wanted to do this weekend, and right now I can’t remember a bit of it. Making things worse, I finally got around to starting Tails of Iron 2 on the PS5 after really enjoying the original game and so far I am not having any fun. I remember the first one being difficult as hell but I don’t remember losing every single fight three or four times before I got through it, so either I’ve gotten worse at video games, this game is a lot harder, or shit’s gotten wildly unfair, which might be what I’m leaning towards.

Anyway, arglebargle whine complain whine cry. Tell me about something fun you did recently.

Discover more from Welcome to infinitefreetime dot com

Subscribe to get the latest posts sent to your email.

2 thoughts on “Today has been garbage”

I was out in the parking lot at the big retail store I work out, and I was looking for the stray kitty and then I wandered over to look at the big flooded field and I was ogling some big birds and I was like, “Wait a minute, that bird has a white head” and so I ran inside and bought a pair of $10 binoculars I couldn’t afford because, you know, non-liveable wage, and, yes, there was not one, but TWO bald eagles sitting on a tiny spit of land and as I watched, one of them hopped over to their buddy and did some greeting and grooming or most likely beak-clacking long-time-couple fussing at each other.

And then this camo-clad person getting into a pickup yells something at me, and I’m like “F**k what now” and brace my HRC-United-Against-Hate-face-mask-wearing self for the typical verbal abuse but instead they are like “You have to drive down XXX Road, you can’t miss it” and this person actually gives me directions because I don’t know where it is and I’m like “I’m on break from work and I don’t want to be late” but I can never resist a mystery and so I go anyway.

I’m driving down XXX Road in the twilight-infused rain going two miles an hour trying to see what that person was referring to and thinking how impossible and ridiculous this is was because I dithered and fretted and then I FRICKING SEE IT which even though it might sound impossible there’s a good chance that big-a** bird sitting on top of the concrete spillway is none other than a Golden Eagle. There is nowhere to pull over, and so I race up to turn around at the next spot (only took a couple of minutes) and come back around and the bird had vanished.