Worth more than a dangol' "C" I tell you what.

5/2

Not much excitement to report except a couple of boneheaded mistakes: In the real world, I’d had a busy weekend, so on Sunday night I was rushing around getting everything done for Monday so I could settle down to a nice, calming EO session before bed. Imagine my shock and dismay when I found that my disc wouldn’t play. Even more ominously, the disc would not eject. I got online to seek advice. Resetting, turning it off, unpluggining it, turning it upside down, nothing worked. It was like the disc had disappeared into the console forever; now I would have to mail it back to Nintendo and no more games for 6-8 weeks, and then all the data would be erased and I’d have to start all over again. Unflappably, my wife asked if the disc was even in there. “Of COURSE it’s in there!” I said in my most reasonable shout.  “I just put it in myself, didn’t I?!”  Didn’t I? Well, no I didn’t—it was sitting there innocently in its case, waiting to be inserted. Heh. Never mind.

My second mistake was within the game world, but no less stupid. I was on a lucrative treasure quest for the Baron’s Book among the icebergs of the Weddell Sea. Since I’d found it so easily—and 2 days before the deadline, too—I decided to play, entering the Hall of Radiance to fulfill a photo request and just basically hang out, finding two new coins (Cancer, Uranus) and a new species (the tiny bald notothen) in the little niches that dimple the hall. 

Then I was back in the boat and ready to go home, when I decided to take another look for that elusive Blue Bird. I’ve got it in my head that the appearance of said bird coincides with the aurora borealis, so I went in the cabin and napped until midnight. No aurora tonight, so I went home. Interesting science fact: Midnight is the start of a new day (even though it’s, like, dark outside—isn’t that weird?). So our 2 -day cushion was reduced to 1 day, which was eaten up in travel. When I got to the docks on Nineball, GG was lamenting the fact that I’d slept through the deadline on that 2900-P book.

The news depressed me, so I took another nap. When I awoke the next morning, I found my Hall of Radiance photo buried on page 7 with a “C” grade. Sometimes it doesn’t pay to get out of bed.

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