Home alone for three days, while the boys play bushcrafting. (I am not allowed to come because a) I would probably kick fully into my trailblazing mode and wander off and b) it's boys alone time. Let'em have it. I bought G a thick wool army blankie. 

Three days is a looong time, however. I am starting to run out of porn. Of course, all the movies I want to see and books I want to read and online lessons I wanna go through, those just seem to continue getting pushed further and further aside. Patch 8.3 landed in Warcraft, I really needed to make a Vulpera character and solve the problems of those poor bastards - suddenly a tidal wave of new ones. In Warcraft every time you solve some dire disaster and stand firm on the lid, behind you the entirety of a city is collapsing. I've re-read the Garrosh-Anduin parts of War Crimes. I miss that psychotic Orc moron so much. He would love what the world has become since he tried to fix it. The kid sucker-punches Wrathion in the cut scene. Oh how that faggoty dragon spawn had it coming.

Agreed to a small interview, only because I really like the journalist. Also went uphill to say hi to my parents but they both seem to be having a flu and were in bed, where I didn't want to bother them. I got the fire going in their heating furnace and played with the dogs a bit, then went home. Almost spent what little money I have left on PayPal on the paint from Jackson's Art Supplies finally, but arrrrgh, again, the shipping was one buck over budget. It's just divine providence. The two paints from Rembrandt which I got have totally riled me up. I need those paints like they were heroin. They're like some freaking beauty in a tin tube. 5ml of pure poetry.