Mostly nothing.

Things turn very eerily normal for the next few hours. A nice hot shower followed by a grilled cheese, a bunch of chips, and a soda while you watch absolutely nothing on tv. You surf the Net discovering your persona is a more buxom version of yourself, basically, dressed in a skin tight camo colored skirt and bikini top with a utility belt full of gadgets that are your other programs. You find the location of the mission for tomorrow, then play about an hour or so of shooting games with a bunch of idiots. With a yawn, a big stretch, and scratching your sexy ass, you decide to call it a night and slip into a long pink night shirt and slide under the covers.

You wake to the sound of heavy machinery at about 2pm and fix yourself a bowl of cereal. You then spend an hour painting your nails and watching more stupid tv. More video games with idiots burns a lot of the day away till one of them invites you to a private vid room. You get the idea he wants to fuck your avatar but as his is a cartoon cat person, as in a walking 2D drawing, you have no idea how that will work. Not to mention you only have a few more hours to go do the mission.