All I did today was sit on my ass and watch Football WHILE simultaneously play Diablo III. It was pretty much one of the best days of my life. Like, my index finger on my right hand is literally sore from tapping the trigger button all day.
My mom called a few hours ago just to shoot the shit, and this is how our conversation went:
Mom: Hey Hun! Whatcha up to?
Me: Hey! Oh, you know. Finding rare drops so I can head to Whimsyhire.
Mom: Uh, okay. I assume that’s one of your video game things. What did you do today?
Me: I’ve played Diablo for ten hours straight.
Mom: Da-lablo? Is that that game you were talking about?
Me: Yeah, yesterday. I’m trying to get to Whimsyhire because I think it’s a land full of unicorns and other rad stuff.
Mom: Okay sweetie. The cat wants in so I’m gonna go.
She loves me so hard. BUT LOOKIE!
Ah yes. I don’t know about you, but I’m going to sleep very well tonight. Tonight I slumber with my chest puffed out. Tonight I partake in rest only fit for a hero. Tonight I shall dream of my victories and reflect upon those who we have lost.
I…I feel like I’ve accomplished something major, like off of my bucket list or something.