On to the evening

You've had a busy day. You like to think that your confidence has improved and that you've **** yourself to interact with some girls.

Jeremy finally comes home, exhausted after another day of code marathoning and the two of you sit down for dinner.

{if groceries > 0}You've prepared a simple dinner of chicken breasts, fresh broccoli and baked potato with a glass of California wine and fresh fruit for dessert.

"Damn," Jeremy says. "Amber was crazy to dump you. You're the perfect wife."

"Screw you, too."

"Seriously, this is good. But..."

"But?"

"But this doesn't mean that pizza is forever in our past, right? I mean, I love pizza."

"Everyone loves pizza and it's definitely part of our future."

Jeremy fake-wipes his brow. "Thank goodness."

{else}

Jeremy puts a frozen pizza in the microwave and grabs a couple of beers from his 'fridge, tossing one to you. You realize, once again, that you're imposing and vow to buy some groceries and otherwise help out around the house.

He takes a big gulp of his beer and belches. "Damn, I needed that."

"Yeah, me too."

{endif}

As you eat, you tell Jeremy about your progress on the 'hacking the sim' project. He gives you some helpful thoughts about how Tibetan prayer wheels can multiply prayer-power... an alternative to the spoken word theory you were going with.

"You know," he says, "how about we stream a God game tonight. You can drop some hints to my viewers about your hacking the sim stream and start building some anticipation."

You don't think getting Jeremy's few dozen subscribers excited will make that much difference to your success but anything is better than nothing. Still, is playing games really the best use of your evening?