I did fuck all, and I'm proud of it. I had a week to do as I will and an empty house in which to spend said week. So I wasted it in the pursuit of personal decompression. It's amazing how odd it is to be able to hear your own thoughts when you're otherwise bombarded by people who demand your time and head space.
Thanks to @Ratatoskr for introducing me to this Youtube channel. If you're into tabletop RPG's, or amusing stories that come from RPG's, I recommend listening to the stories of Old Man Henderson, the Sith Janitor, and Boxcar Joe (the Magic Hobo). Speaking of which, expect a journal entry soon dealing with my own take on the hobby.
Anyways, the only accomplishment I can lay claim to is finally playing a game of Eldritch Horror. If you're a fan of Wil Wheadon's tabletop, you've seen the base game in action and seen how well he roles.
Now, mind you, I'm a bit of a collector. I am not satisfied with a game if there's more options and fiddly bits that you can add on and make more with. Especially if it deals with Uncle Howard and his pet mythos.
So when I say I tossed in everything but the kitchen sink, I mean I literally combined every expansion I have. (Which in total is like 7 other installments. Not all of them, mind you, I've got 2 or 3 more to pick up.)
Anyways, a friend of mine and I decided to finally play test the game. As it was a test run designed to familiarize myself with the rules, I had set everything up 2 nights prior to actual play with the intent to run through the game by myself and see how game system/engine works before pitching it as an option for the board game night group I've kinda got going.
Since Andrew was there, I couldn't rely on him to be on the same sort of mental wavelength I was going in. Namely, cheesing everything I could to be in the player's favor. I had gone over to BoardGameGeeks, Reddit, and whereever else I could pull up via Google in order to learn the best way to approach the game. I.e. I had cheesed the setup in every possible way without directly being knowingly and willfully guilty of cheating. (I'm pretty sure that Andrew and I did cheat, just not intentionally. More akin to not seeing the stop sign than willfully blowing by it, if you're one for cop analogies on why you got pulled over.)
Yet, we still lost as per rules as written. I put all responsability on me, as I had drawn one card that was sure to to guarantee our doom. When one of the Ancient One's mystery cards has the player's spawn an Epic Creature that not only chugs down clues for breakfast, but is a hypermonstrosity that forces the player into madness, there's only so much that can be done. In hindsight, I'd have told myself to call a mulligan and not doom myself from the get go.
Anyways, that's about all I accomplished in the spring break I had. I cheated at the game I now call "The cock-tease of epic distraction which hides the world's annihlation."