I felt kind of sleepy as I played 100% Orange Juice. I was eavesdropping on a nearby conversation: apparently to “Scott check” something meant to put it in a schedule.

I was playing a new Zelda game with a friend but we had trouble getting through one of the earlier shrines. He asked if I still wanted to continue. I flipped open a strategy guide and decided that I at least wanted to finish the temples. The guide had cross sections of all of the dungeons and I noticed most of them had interesting points of verticality.

I woke up to someone going down on me. In my half-awake state I apologized and told them that it didn’t actually feel that good. In fact, I could barely feel anything. I sat up to kiss their lips which, to my surprise, I was able to actually sense. Their saliva was slightly salty.

I was reading a book about a subculture in Africa which had developed their own variant of mahjong that used pen and paper instead of tiles. The rules incentivized a very call-heavy playstyle. There were strategy books on how to perfect the art of calling for honitsu.

I was playing an underwater 2D side-scrolling game. The aesthetics resembled those from Barotrauma but the game itself involved swimming up to and collecting cartoony looking mahjong pieces to assemble a winning hand.

We were playing a co-op crafting/survival game that had the weapon fusing mechanic from Tears of the Kingdom. However we quickly found out that most bosses were trivialized by shooting arrows fused with random materials. After defeating the latest boss, the rewards for doing so spawned in our hideout. Aside from some random junk, there were also new attachments to play with. The dark blue flame had a lock-on mechanic while the red one was your standard explosive attachment.

The upper courtyard of the house was shared with several other complexes nearby. I was hanging out under the sun when I saw someone pull their curtains shut. Apparently one of the residents had just moved out recently and was looking to sell their property. I walked back towards the window of the house I came from and looked at the steep metal spiral staircase and brick walls.

I thought that I had shaved off my facial hair but I could still feel it on my face. What I was seeing in the bathroom mirror was not matching what I could feel with my fingers. I walked out of my room to find someone to ask what they saw because I couldn’t trust the mirror.

We could see the shoreline slowly being consumed by the rising waters as we crowded onto the roof. The big flood that people had been warning us about for years was finally here as parking lots and old churches alike sank below the waves. It seemed like our apartment was the only building in the area high enough to last until sunset.

I was playing the new PoE league and the mechanic involved collecting a bunch of “storm fragments” to access a series of endgame zones. I chatted with a professor about the league mechanic feeling a little bland. I needed to pee so I walked around the top floor until I spotted a urinal that was between two doors to the rooftop. As I walked up to it, crowds of students started streaming through the glass doors.