Every once in a while, it's a good idea to run a boot scan on your system. You never know when something nasty is hiding in your system folders. The reason I initiated one was because my browser was hijacked by those sites that refuse to let you escape with an endless loop of prompt windows that pop up again and again. Whoever created this technology deserves to be punched in the face repeatedly. This kind of cyber terrorism is truly heinous in my mind. I can't think of anything more sinister, aside from those viruses that hold your harddrive ransom for bitcoins. That stuff is next level villainy, I swear.
With my laptop out of commission, I was forced to improvise. I started up Sam and Max: The Devil's Playhouse on PS3. I beat the tutorial mission and discovered that I didn't have the unlock key. So I downloaded it and was forced to replay the tutorial mission again. What a hassle. I don't know if it's the heat, but Telltale games do not agree with me. Maybe I've been playing too much Destiny where the only thing I had to think about was how to shoot things in the face. Knowing I have another four chapters like this waiting doesn't make things any easier. I tried my best to advance but ended up hitting a wall. I saved and turned it off.
Luckily, my boot scan completed and I could use the computer again. I decided to watch this anime called Kasimasi - Girl Meets Girl, about a guy who turns into a girl. An alien ship accidentally barrels into him and they reconstruct his body with one slight side effect--the sex change. Even though it sounds like a hilarious shounen set up, it's actually a fairly dramatic and serious shoujo ai. At this point, I'm just watching it because I already started it, not because it's incredibly compelling or anything like that. My completionist streak takes me to a lot of places I wish I hadn't looked at.
In the evening, I went to Hometown Buffet with family and relatives. Buffets are definitely not my thing. My current diet is based on frequent meals but smaller portions. It's like feeding a small furnace. You can't put a whole lot in at once, but I burn hot and fast. In a buffet though? We'll have what's called a "logjam." Your standard America-sized portion in any restaurant far exceeds my capacity. That's why when I go out, I rarely clean up my plate. I think I'll exclusively order appetizers from now on. Those actually fill me up.
I enjoyed my food. It's not stellar, but I'm no foodie. My palate isn't sophisticated enough to appreciate fine cuisine. I've been to several expensive restaurants before, and all I can say is that I'd rather have eaten something cheap and filling instead. I know what I like, but what I like sometimes ain't worth the cost of admission.
Tabletop conversation mostly revolved around washing cars since my two brothers got new cars of their own. It's kind of annoying since I don't care about my car's appearance. Yeah, I'm one of those guys. There's actually a lot I don't care about that I probably should start caring about, like my wardrobe. I think I've got my priorities straight. I shouldn't really care about it since I can't afford to. I should be trying to, you know, get a job first.
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