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Saturday rolled around, and with it, a lingering headache from the day before firmly decided to alter any plans of productivity I had in mind. The early hours saw me seeking solace in the virtual world of Cyberpunk, controller in hand, as the clock ticked from the wee hours of 3:58 to 4:44. Usually, the glow of the screen is a bane for headaches, but somehow, in the vastness of Night City, I found a bit of respite.

Fast forward a few hours, and the adventure took a sharp left turn. With no digital skeletons or Pre-seed projects tackled due to my aching head, Nixie and I embarked on a rather mundane expedition to various supermarkets. The goal was straightforward: crack the code of cost-efficiency whilst waiting on the sale of the old studio. Interestingly enough, our price comparison adventure, while lacking in grand discoveries, was a simple yet effective distraction from digital screens and the throbbing in my temples.

The day seemed to demand relaxation in its truest form. As such, I managed to steal a few precious moments of screen-free leisure, diving into the bustling streets of Night City once again but this time, from the comfort of my couch. Contrary to expectations, the larger screen provided a safe haven for my headache-riddled self. Perhaps it's the distance, or maybe it's the magic of gaming, but the console and TV setup worked wonders where my laptop dared not tread.

In an unexpected turn of events, the afternoon saw me succumbing to the sweet embrace of a nap. A four-hour stretch of uninterrupted sleep might seem extravagant to some, but it was exactly what the doctor ordered. Emerging from the cocoon of blankets around 8pm, I found myself still tethered to the remnants of the day's headache, albeit with a slight improvement.

To cap it all off, there was a fleeting visit to the old studio, which, much to my surprise, sparked neither inspiration nor any groundbreaking ideas for future projects. It was a neutral journey, accompanied by the soothing sounds of a podcast Nixie and I both enjoy. A pleasant enough experience, but markedly devoid of the creative stimulus one might expect from such a location.

Now, as the clock inches closer to the witching hour, the plan is to venture into the land of sleep once again, optimistically sooner rather than later. The early wake-up call at 3:30am was an unwelcome guest, and the mission is to avoid a repeat performance. Tomorrow holds the promise of more mundane tasks – grocery shopping – but for now, all that's left is to navigate the delicate dance of adjusting sleep cycles and hoping for a headache-free sunrise.

In retrospect, while the throbbing in my head put a damper on my ambitions for the day, it also offered a gentle reminder of the importance of pacing and the unexpected joys found in the simplest of activities. Sometimes, it's the unplanned detours that provide the most comfort.