Saturdays are for lying in bed and resting your sore typing fingers, muttering curses at Geoff Keighley under your breath. They’re not particularly mean curses, I quite enjoy covering events like SGF. It’s nice having a few hours where game announcements pour forth like bubbling water. Yes, those bubbles can be the ineffable gassing up of marketing hype, but I won’t dismiss everything we see as pure cynicism.
And besides, as tired as I may be this morning, it’s not as bad as the time I worked a week of night shifts covering E3 at PCGamesN. At the end of the week, on the last train home, I fell asleep, thouroughly missed my station and got kicked off at the terminus. With no phone battery and no taxis in the small village, I had to sleep in a park until the next morning when the trains started up again and I could get back to my bed in Bath.
