Can I have more than 1 instance open at once?
And is it possible to always show the time bar? i.e. the bar at the bottom that tells you how long the video is and the current position. Even if the video is full screen.

So around 2 months ago I had a really important exam the next day and studied for over 6-7 hrs(not something I do regularly). At night I layed down at about 12pm and was unable to sleep till about 2-3am. This incident was understandable as I had something really important the next day so I couldn't sleep but now about 3 weeks ago I again experienced the same. I had nothing important the next day but instead it was a holiday next day and I had literally nothing exciting or important to do the next day but still I slept for about maybe 1-2 hrs that night. Then I slept well for the next whole week until Sunday. Again for absolutely no reason I was unable to sleep that night and barely got an hour's sleep. The following week I tried my level best to get some quality sleep. I started doing physical activities to make myself feel tried, reduced my screen time from 4-5 hrs to 1-2 hrs and slept early. It worked for the whole week until Sunday again. Yesterday again I was unable to sleep, I usually don't do much productive or physical work on Sunday's but yesterday I tried to make myself feel tired so that I would sleep normally but the whole night I couldn't sleep and now I'm really starting to feel worried about it. If anyone knows how to improve/stopped this, please share your thoughts with me.

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The curtain sheers billowed with the ocean breeze, and I held down the papers on my desk, indignantly. “Could you close the window?” I asked and Achaicus glanced up.
“You have legs, don’t you?”
“We don’t all have wine glasses to hold the paperwork down,” I retorted bluntly.
I was helping him with the mountains of paperwork left behind by our father. Most of it was construction approvals or assistance requests that he had ignored, and now it was a matter of trying to figure out which projects were still relevant.
“Close the window yourself, I’m busy,” he muttered, but as I was about to argue further there was a knock on the door.
Our cousin, Markos, stood in the doorway. He leant on the door frame as he wiped blood off his hands with a cloth. “Am I interrupting?” he mused.
My brother straightened, “No, what do you need?”
“Has the vanir spoken?” I asked simultaneously and Markos smiled.
“Not yet, it seems he’s quite stubborn. I’m not sure how much information we’ll get from him.”
“Are you certain, have you tried everything?” Achaicus asked, annoyed.
“Everything that won’t kill him,” he responded cheerfully, “So far he’s only provided medical information, did you know that vanir teeth regrow?”
“You pulled his teeth?” I enquired.
“Of course!” Our cousin truly was psychotic.
“And he still said nothing?”
“Nothing of use.”
“Fine,” my brother sighed, “I’ll send word to the vanir. If the boy won’t talk, perhaps he can be used as leverage.”
Markos nodded, “That would be my recommendation as well.”
“Is there anything else to report?”
“Nothing of importance,” he shrugged, turning to go. However, it was as we had just begun to return to the task at hand that he paused, turning back, “Oh, but he did make a request: he wishes to speak with you, Nathaniel.”
I hesitated, surprised, “..Why?”
***
My footsteps echoed off the walls as I made my way down to the holding chambers with mild trepidation. I couldn’t imagine why Mercurissen wanted to talk to me, or what he was planning. Part of me thought not to go at all, but curiosity won out.
I paused when I reached the lower floor. This was where prisoners were kept, and I opened the door into his holding cell cautiously. Twisting the latch and letting it swing inward of its own accord. The room beyond was dark. Light spilled into the space in a neat rectangle and I peered in.
Dried stains dirtied the floor, and I allowed my energy to flare, creating light as I stepped into the room. My boots clacked on the floor and the door closed with a soft click. Mercurissen was curled on the floor at the far wall, and I approached with uncertainty.
He was facing away from me, “You wanted to talk to me,” I stated rather than asked.
“I did…”
“So talk. What do you want?” I ordered, I had no time for nonsense.
“…I want to go home…” he whispered too quietly.
I took a step closer to hear better. However the moment I did, he moved. Struggling to sit up he pressed himself further back into the corner like a caged animal, “Don’t come any closer!”
Mercurissen glared at me with eyes full of resent and uncertainty. Blood trickled from his nose over his lips, and from the corners of his mouth. It dripped slowly off his chin and he clenched his teeth, shrinking back further as I approached, “I said don’t!” he shouted, closing his eyes as I reached for him.
“Relax,” I assured, calmly disregarding his complaints and placing my hand on his head. His hair was soft, although some of it was stiffened with dried blood. Meticulously carved slices left sharp wounds in the boy’s flesh, bruises coloured his skin and the way he flinched when touched proved it had been a thorough questioning.
Gently I intertwined my fingers in his hair, rolling one lock back and forth between my fingertips, loosening it from the blood. I almost felt bad for him. He hadn’t hurt me when he had the chance, now we would continue to torture him until he gave up his family, and who knew how long that would take. A short moment passed as I thought about it, and to my surprise, Mercurissen gradually leaned into my touch.
“You’re not so brave now are you?” I commented.
“...I’ve never claimed to be brave,” Mercurissen answered softly and I hesitated, this one hardly lived up to his reputation.
“Are you going to tell me what we want to know now?”
“No…”
I sighed, “You wouldn’t have to be hurt like this if you did.”
“I think that man is going to hurt me regardless.”
“Maybe,” I agreed, he was probably right. Markos had a curious mind, and little interested him as much as watching others react to pain.
“Besides…” Mercurissen began quieter, “...there’s nothing I can tell you, I can’t betray my family…”
“You’re foolish.”
“No…” he murmured and I sighed, giving up trying to convince him.
“If you’re not going to tell me anything, why ask to speak with me?” I queried instead.
“Because I didn’t know what else to do… I just wanted him to stop…”
“I see…” I retracted my hand, brushing the back of my fingers down his cheek as I did. His skin was smooth and soft with a comfortable warmth. “…This will be over soon, a letter has been sent to your father. If he agrees to a treaty, you will be returned to him,” I assured, afterall, we weren’t the savage ones.
“…He won’t agree…”
“You don’t know that.”
“I know my father…”
I didn’t know what to say. “...Tell Markos what he wants to know, you’ll be fine,” I told him instead, then moved to go. However when I turned I felt a gentle tug on the hem of my pants.
“...Could you stay..? Just for a little while…”
“...No,” I murmured, gently brushing him off. I had only wanted to see how he was faring. I closed the metal door softly, leaving him behind and taking with me the sliver of light that it had allowed into the room.
***
Mercurissen was a fool to be as stubborn as he was. If he talked, I could at least justify moving him to more comfortable accommodation. There were holding chambers for political prisoners and given who he was, that was more fitting for him. Presuming my brother allowed it of course…
The metallic scrape of steel against steel pulled me from my thoughts. I was preoccupied thinking about that little vanir brat, and my sparring partner had wrenched the sword from my hand. It landed upright in the dirt not far away and I put my hands up innocently as the tip of a blade directed at my throat.
“What’s got you distracted?” Ávila asked with a sly smile, showing the points of her teeth.
“Nothing,” I lied without emotion.
“It’s definitely something,” she corrected, lowering her sword and allowing me to retrieve my own before we began the next round.
We were the civilized ones, yet it was the vanir who hadn’t hurt me more than they needed to and the way Mercurissen had flinched bothered me. Should I have taken him from the holding chambers? Was it fair to leave him at Markos’s mercy? I realized I was giving it too much attention again.
Pushing all thoughts of him from my mind, I chose to focus on my training instead. Sweat dripped from my brow and I wiped it away with the back of my arm. Ávila was beginning to retreat, and I took the opportunity. Twisting to the side I caught her off guard and she fell back.
“Alright, I give up!” she huffed, waiting expectantly for me to offer her a hand up, “You need to train with someone more your level.”
“My brother is busy,” I explained.
“Markos then?”
“I would rather not,” I mused. When Markos and I spar we always go too far. It’s a wonder neither of us have lost a limb.
Ávila thought about it a moment before she agreed, “Perhaps that is wise.”
“Still training?” a new voice interrupted us.
“Your ears must have been burning,” I commented as Markos approached with his pet.
He smiled, tossing me a towel to wipe away the sweat, “Oh? Were you talking about me?”
“Just deciding how best to dispose of you,” I assured with a returned smile, “Now why are you here?”
“You’ve missed breakfast, your brother wasn’t pleased. He sent me to find you.”
I scowled to myself, “Right,” I’d lost track of the time.
“You shouldn’t displease him.”
“It’s not like I did it on purpose.”
Markos looked entertained, folding his arms, “No? It’s hard to tell with you.”
“Surely you didn’t come only to tell me that my brother is upset?”
His eyes sparkled, “No, I came to give you another reason to upset your brother. There’s been activity at the border, a vanir rider crossed some days ago.”
That caught my attention, “Just the one?”
“Yes, she’s been coming closer to the castle each night, and has so far evaded all attempts to eliminate her.”
“You think she’s here for the prisoner?”
“Yes,” he mused as if waiting for me to reach some other conclusion.
“...You want to go find her?”
He folded his arms with a nod.
“...And you want me to come with you?” I understood at last.
“If you come with me, it won’t be me Achaicus will be mad with.”
I rolled my eyes, this man was always calculating.
***
We left through the main gates on horseback. Their hooves kicked up loose dirt and I traveled in the direction of the intruder, following the warning pulses of our barrier. Whoever it was, they weren’t making any effort to hide.
Dark magic burned high into the air from a concentrated point and as we reached the crest of a tall hill, we could see the intruder. The markings of a vanir warrior tainted her skin like tattoo ink and her aura lashed the air. She was riding a giant golden boar and kept a safe distance.
“Brigetta,” I muttered mostly to myself.
“One of your friends?” Markos commented with a sly grin and I scoffed. Some days I hated this man.
“Wait here. I’ll deal with this.”
I gathered my reins, allowing my own energy to ignite, “Vorwärts,” I commanded the horse and we began to move, although Markos followed regardless.
However, the girl was just as ready as I was. She bared her teeth in response and when I charged her, she turned to flee. Hooves thundered over the ground, flicking debris and dust. Ordinarily our horses are faster than Vanir boars, but Brigetta was a skilled rider. She weaved between the trees, picking her path up a steep incline and her boar navigated the uneven ground with ease.
We gained on her and she changed directions. She rushed back past us, and we were engulfed in the shroud of a vanir. The sensation of their magic is similar to suffocating, your heart slows and you feel as if you can’t breathe. It’s unpleasant, and Markos’s mare appreciated it less. She reared, making her temporarily uncontrollable while I turned to continue the chase.
The vanir swerved, sending a spray of dust and my horse turned in a dime to follow. We traveled downward at a near vertical angle but my mare kept steady, most days I had more trust in this animal than I did in others. Her silver mane and tail flared, catching the sunlight as her feet found solid footing and I leaned back to remain seated.
We were almost in alignment with Brigetta, and as she tried to change direction again, we diverted to cut her off. Unfortunately the vanir reacted just as fast as I had and avoided us. She changed her path, doubling back a second time and giving the simple command, “Dómari, bíta!” she hissed, commanding her boar to attack.
Immediately I pulled my horse back, allowing her to rear up and defend herself. Heavy hooves came crashing down onto the boar with a compact thud and Brigetta was thrown from her boar. The beast recovered quickly, shaking the dust from its fur with little concern and I backed up further, drawing my sword only to find we were cornered against a rocky cliff face.
If it were only Brigetta and I, this would be settled, but boars regularly tear our horses apart and I wouldn’t allow my horse to get hurt. However, as I moved back, Brigetta advanced. She pulled herself back onto her boar, and regarded me with wary caution as she calculated the best angle to attack.
The vanir paced back and forth, agitated, and uncertain. As if she wanted to approach but couldn’t quite force herself to come nearer. Tension filled the space between us like a repelling force, my horse’s tail lashed and she sidestepped, unnerved by the vanir boar not more than a few feet away.
“You-” Brigetta began in an accusatory tone, but her voice broke in a wet snarl as she breathed in too heavily, “I should have killed you! Where is he!? You tell me he’s okay or I swear I’ll-”
“You’re in our territory. Be careful about the threats you make,” I cut her off, then explained, “Mercurissen is in our custody, I trust Mercury received our terms?”
“I don’t care about your terms!”
“Stop shouting, I can hear you just fine,” I snapped.
Brigetta’s chest heaved and her eyes were pinpoints of rage. However, when she spoke next it was at a more reasonable octave. “Is he alive?” she demanded tensely.
“For now.”
“Is he hurt?”
“He’s alive,” I repeated and she seemed unable to process for a moment.
With so much primal fury, and nowhere for it to go she ground her teeth. Her eyes glistened with hot water and she spoke in a low dangerous tone. “Give him back to me, or I will kill every one of you myself.”
“He will be returned, once Mercury agrees to a treaty,” I stated calmly.
The girl snarled, “Mercury will never agree to a treaty.”
“That’s too bad. Then we have nothing more to discuss, now leave. While I'll still allow it.”
For a moment I thought she would attack. However, to my surprise, she seemed uncertain, anguished as she relented. “Please. I’m begging you please. Give him back.”
“If Mercury agrees, he will have his son back,” I repeated, unmoving.
“And if he doesn’t?” she sneered.
“Then we will execute his son.”
At this, the girl took in a deep breath, looking to the sky for half a second while she blinked back emotion. “But he will never agree!” she screamed at last and frustrated tears spilled down her cheeks. My eyes widened in surprise and I was taken aback as she continued. “Please, you can’t hurt him…! Just give him back to me…”
“We’re not going to give him back without compensation,” I muttered uncomfortably.
“We’ll disappear, I swear it. I’ll take him out of the war, I’ll take us both out of the war.”
“That’s not enough.”
Brigetta seemed at a loss for what to say, “You don’t understand! He’s not like the rest of us. He’s kind and gentle. He cares about a thousand pointless things that he shouldn’t. He doesn’t deserve to die!”
I could have laughed, “He’s killed thousands of fae. Do you think he showed any of them any mercy like you’re asking me to? He tore them apart like they were nothing, leaving families missing their loved ones.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about, you don’t know anything about him,” she spat back.
“No? His reputation precedes him, you know. Mercurissen deserves everything he gets,” I snorted.
“He protected you-” she stopped short as an arrow passed her, only missing the nape of her neck because she had shifted her weight while she shouted. The girl turned back to see where the shot had come from, and I watched the calculation in her eyes.
Markos had finally caught up with us and, realizing she was outnumbered, Brigetta readjusted. She avoided a second arrow and maneuvered her boar back before rushing forward. With two short bounds the creature gained enough momentum to jump. Its muscles contracted and it shot upward, landing among the rocks of the cliff face.
The beast continued nimbly upward and disappeared over the top. Leaving us on the ground and my jaw set in annoyance. Our horses couldn’t follow that path. We would have to go around, and it was hardly worth it.
“She got away,” Markos commented.
“I can see that, thank you,” I muttered in response, although my thoughts lingered on what she had said. What did she mean he protected me? Taking a breath in I shook my head, I shouldn’t have hesitated, I should have killed her outright. Then I wouldn’t have to puzzle over her cryptic nonsense.
***
It was with mild trepidation that I found myself walking down the long starwell to the holding chambers once again. I can’t say what possessed me to make the journey. More days had passed, Markos continued his interrogations and I lamented on what Brigetta had said.
She hadn’t yet left our territory, guards tracked her night and day, but it was little use. She escaped them just as she had evaded us. Would she truly wait around for us to release Mercurissen? I thought absently as I walked through the prison. His room was the furthest down the hall and I entered without announcing myself.
The vanir was in the same place he always was, sitting in the furthest corner. He held his hands away from himself in an uncomfortable way. Long needles protruded through every one of his knuckles and fresh blood dripped slowly from the underside of each. He shivered as if cold and dewy moisture beaded on his brow.
He didn’t look up as I approached, but his gaze slowly lifted to meet mine as I crouched before him. His long lashes were damp, but his eyes were clear. “..What do you want?” he muttered.
“Nothing. I just wanted to see you suffering,” I mused and he scowled.
“And? Are you satisfied?”
I shrugged. He was thinner now, and his body weaker, but his wounds were healing. Still, I sat with him, “Your cousin is being a nuisance,” I commented and he looked over, surprised.
“What?”
“Brigetta, I believe is her name. She’s stalking our territory.”
Mercurissen groaned to himself, “That idiot.”
“If she’s caught, we’ll execute her on the spot.”
“You won’t catch her, Dómari is too fast.”
“Her boar?”
“Yes.”
“They have names?”
“Of course they do,” he snorted as if it was obvious.
“How should I have known that?”
“I don’t know, I thought it was obvious. Don't your horses have names?”
“They do,” I agreed.
“What’s yours called?”
“Galaxi.”
The vanir chuckled, “Ahh, that’s so ordinary it’s almost cute.”
My lip curled and I fidgeted with mild embarrassment, “Whatever. Where is your boar?”
“I don’t have one.”
“I thought all vanir had one.”
“No… My father doesn’t like animals, so I was never permitted to have one.”
“Mercury’s ‘perfect’ little son wasn’t allowed a pet?” I teased and he scowled.
“Shut up.”
I chuckled to myself, it was easy to agitate him, and rather entertaining. Still, he closed his eyes, resting his head back against the wall and I made no further comment as I watched him. He seemed tired, but I supposed his injuries probably made sleeping difficult.
“Let me see your hands,” I requested calmly, and he opened his eyes again to look at me.
“Why?” he asked, suspicious.
“Because I told you to.”
“I would rather not…” the vanir mumbled, directing his gaze away. However, he was pleasantly obedient and made no move to stop me when I placed my fingers under the palm of his hand. I pushed it gently upward, raising it to examine the needles. They were embedded in the joints, and he winced when I touched one.
“...Please don’t…” he murmured, anxious.
“Quiet, just hold still,” I told him sedately as I began.
I pulled the needles out one by one, dropping them into a blood stained pile. They fell in individually messy splatters and Eiríkr exhaled softly in pain.
“I'm almost done,” I assured, not that it looked like he was listening.
His shivering had increased. Fresh sweat dampened his hairline and he held his breath. I thought for a moment that he might pass out. However as the last of the needles clattered to the floor he sighed in relief.
“Thanks…” he mumbled awkwardly.
“Nothing more snarky to say?” I taunted lightly. It bothered me somewhat to see him this way, for as much as I disliked him, I didn’t hate his nature.
Mercurissen took a small breath in before looking back over to me with the faintest gleam of mischief in his eyes, “Why should I say anything else? You pulled them out didn’t you? It doesn’t matter that you were bad at it.”
“Should I put them back in then?”
“Uhh…” he faulted, unable to tell if I was serious or not and I smiled slightly.
“Relax, I’m only joking,” I mused, “Tell me, why did Markos put them in?”
“He didn’t like that I kept writing little spells, apparently it was inconvenient for him.”
I chuckled to myself. Markos had failed to mention having any kind of trouble with this boy, and that probably meant he was more of a nuisance than my cousin appreciated. “I see,” I mused, Mercurissen truly didn’t know how to make things easier for himself.
“…Can I ask you something?” he spoke with uncertainty.
“You may ask.”
“What’s going to happen to me..? If my father doesn’t agree?”
The question caught me by surprise and I hesitated to answer, “...You’ll be executed.”
Mercurissen fell quiet and I fidgeted. Something in the way he looked stirred an unusual guilt in the pit of my stomach and I thought about what Brigetta had said. If nothing else, she truly believed every word she had said about him and it bothered me.
“Are you afraid..?” I asked gently and he gave a small nod.
“Yes…”
The admission was unexpectedly honest and I delayed processing. “I thought vanir were fearless…”
Mercurissen lowered his gaze to the floor, “We’re supposed to be, but I don’t want to die…” he murmured ashamed, and my breath shallowed. It was an unfamiliar feeling of remorse that sparked resentment and I stood.
“Then you should have made different choices,” I told him bluntly.
He didn’t answer and I stormed out of the room, ignoring the gentle pull on the back of my shirt. If he had wanted to live he shouldn’t have been who he was, or what he was. His species could have chosen to live peacefully, respected the borders, not started a war. But they didn’t, and if Mercury didn’t agree to end it, his son would pay for it.
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I (30m) have a best friend named John (29m). John's partner works for a company that does the marketing for a prestigious cruise company and the cruise company was giving out free cruises to pedestrians on the street as they were passing by. John's partner stressed that this was supposed to be hush hush, but was okay with John informing 1 or 2 close friend's. John informed me about it and told me exactly where to be and at what time, in order to receive one of these crusies. The only catch was that I should take John as my plus 1 as he's the one that told me about it. I was more than happy with this because he and I used to go on vacations together all the time in the past but haven't done so in a few years.
The following day, I woke up super early and made my way across the city to the first location they were giving them out and I managed to get one. John also has one himself with thanks to his partner.
Now John and I are trying to decide which cruise to choose, from the limited cruises options on offer. There are a few different routes on different dates. The one that stood out to us both, happens to fall around his younger sister's 25th Birthday. John is considering asking his younger sister to come out with us and he gives his own free cruise ticket he won to her as a birthday present. I'm just torn about how I would feel about her joining us. Don't get me wrong, I do like his sister, she is great and we've all been on nights out together with the rest of our wider friend group there also. I'm just not sure how I would feel about John's younger sister joining us on the cruise, especially as I was excited for it to be just the two of us as best friends. I should mention that I like to party and go a bit wild on vacation or on nights out (to blow off steam), but in the past wherever I've been on nights out in the presence of John's younger sister, I've had to tame my personality down, purely because it's his younger sister and he doesn't want her to be exposed to anything negative. I don't really want to tame myself down on the cruise that I was looking forward to blow off steam on. Also, I just feel like the activities we do and places we eat will now involve another person in the decision process and also as it will be her birthday, it's going to be about making it special for her.
I do feel a bit bad about feeling this way, but as a solution I'm happy to suggest to John that he and I can choose one of the different cruises on offer and go when it doesn't fall on her birthday, so that he can spend her birthday wit with her. Am I being stupid and should I be happy with her joining or should I say something to John?
P.s. I know for sure that John will bring up the fact that I wouldn't even have the cruise if it wasn't for him, so I should just be grateful and not complain about his sister being there.

I've been using this map for the past five months, and it continues to be an exceptional source for farming XP! Below is an updated guide:
Steps to Follow:

1. Launch a Private Solo Match: Enter the map with the vault code: 0528-5858-1317.
2. Find the Hidden Button: At the "custom crosshairs" location, perform an emote at the "X" mark to reveal a hidden button. This opens access to the countdown room.
3. Earn XP During the Countdown: Spend the 999-second countdown walking in circles or jumping to accumulate XP. Note: Make sure you're looking at it straight on entering the room when you enter the code in the next step. Most people have trouble when they face the code in the opposite direction by accident when they move around for additional XP.
4. Enter Code 6163: Once the countdown hits zero, input "6163" to access a coin-filled grind rail.
5. Once you ride and pick up your coins, continue to the target shooting area and then the bounce room for additional passive XP gains. (This code is confirmed to work as of April 29, 2024 / 6:40AM EST) [v44]

Note: The code for the map is subject to change frequently. I'll do my best to provide updates. Keep an eye on the comments in this YouTube video for the latest changes: YouTube Video
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I have a new channel where I create 'relaxation' music video's. And, like almost all of my competitors in this genre, most of my video's are around 1 hour in duration. My competitors have video's which are even 2-3 as long or more.
Most people watch my video's only for a few minutes, which means that the 'actual' time they watch isn't so bad, but in terms of 'watch percentage' it is very low. 5 minutes out of 60 is simply not very good I suppose.
Does Youtube 'care' about viewing percentage a whole lot? And therefore, am I hurting myself as a startup channel with long video's that on average have poor watch percentages?
I realise my video's get an initial boost in the recommendations to about 50-100 views and then it gets taken out of rotation it seems.
Your opinion?

The last time I played was about 5 years ago, but now my kids are sleeping through the night I can get a bit of gaming time back. So I reinstalled last week and decided on a quasi-realistic play through.
My self imposed rules: - No VATS - no power armour - Only sneak when at long range with sniper rifle. No close range sneaking (sneak game mechanic is very OP) - One gun with reasonable ammo count, one melee weapon - cooking is OK, but no crafting weapons or armour (my character didn't know how to do that before the war)
For stats I went high strength for the melee, high endurance for the HP and perks, 5 luck to get idiot savant, 3 charisma for lone wanderer, 2 perception, 1 intelligence.
I'm only on level 12 but is a really fun play through so far. First few levels were hard! No crafting means I'm relying on pick ups only and it took a while to find any decent armour. For my weapons I've ended up with a hardened sniper rifle and combat knife. The sniper rifle because you don't need to carry much ammo for it to be effective, and the scope adds some much needed accuracy without VATS. This is my main means of destroying turrets. Combat knife because the high speed lets me get around a lot of blocking. Most close range encounters I'm doing a lot of jumping and a fast stab and retreat style combat. Dogmeat really helps with this because when he's grabbing a leg etc, the opponent stops blocking.
I've spent most of the time so far just wandering around the wasteland exploring. A lot of locations I've had to get close enough to 'discover' and then leave to come back another day. Tough enemies = run away. Although I'll probably start on the minutemen missions and do some settlement building next.
I'm not hardcore enough to play in survivalist mode and only get about 1 hour a day to play which would probably get eaten up pretty quickly!

The problem I am having is that roughly two minutes after I start my PC, my monitor will turn black for about two seconds before coming back on again, and then five to ten seconds later do it again, and it just keeps going on like that. Two second black screen every ten-ish seconds.
It began when I started the PC in the morning. The previous night everything worked flawlessly as it has for the last couple years. Seemingly, the problem happened overnight while the computer was turned off. My efforts to find a solution to the problem online have been unsuccessful.
My system is using a Nvidia 3070 graphics card.
The steps I've taken to try and figure out the cause of the issue are:

1. Check for windows updates. A security update is available but it keeps failing. Not sure if related.
2. Run the computer in safe mode. In safe mode the problem stopped, which leads me to believe the issue is not with the monitor or HDMI-cable, although I'm no expert.
3. Launching a fullscreen application, a video game, didn't affect the issue at all.
4. Updated my graphics card drivers using GeForce Experience. No change. (I selected the "clean install" option. Not sure if it's actually clean or not though, like when using DDU.)

The power to my monitor is not cut during the black screens, the power indicator stays on.
Something to note is that when the black screen happens, wherever my cursor was, it gets moved to the center after the black screen. Not sure if this matters.
Hopefully I have provided enough information. Any and all help is much appreciated. Thank you!

Hi! I am having trouble deciding how to spend 5 nights in Milan & Florence. Will be going to Rome earlier in the trip. I’ll be flying back home from Florence. My original plan was spend 2 nights in Milan (including 1 day trip to lake como) and 3 nights in Florence, but now i’m wondering if i should spend 3 nights in Milan instead? Or should I spend a night in another city before going to Florence? Any suggestions? :)
We are more of sightseeing/shopping people. Will definitely visit the top attractions but not particularly interested in visiting museums for the whole day. Thanks in advance!

When it comes to bedding, we often think about soft sheets, cozy blankets, and comfortable pillows. However, there's one essential piece that often gets overlooked: the mattress protector. Far from just an extra layer, a mattress protector plays a crucial role in ensuring a good night’s sleep and prolonging the life of your mattress. Let’s dive into why a mattress protector is a must-have in every bedroom.

1. Protection Against Spills and Stains

One of the primary functions of a mattress protector is to shield your mattress from spills and stains. Whether it's a spilled drink, a pet accident, or simply sweat and oils from your body, a protector prevents these liquids from soaking into the mattress. This is especially crucial because once a mattress is stained, it can be difficult, if not impossible, to completely clean. A protector keeps your mattress looking and smelling fresh, which can also help maintain the warranty since many mattress warranties are voided by stains.

2. Allergen Barrier

For allergy sufferers, a mattress protector is indispensable. It acts as a barrier against allergens such as dust mites, pet dander, and pollen. By encasing your mattress, the protector traps and blocks allergens, preventing them from coming into contact with your skin and respiratory system. This can significantly reduce allergy symptoms and contribute to a cleaner sleeping environment.

3. Enhances Comfort

While traditional mattress protectors were purely functional with little consideration for comfort, modern protectors are designed to add an extra layer of softness. They come in various materials, including cotton, bamboo, and synthetic fibers, all of which can enhance the comfort level of your mattress. Some even feature padded or quilted tops, which can revitalize an older mattress and provide a plush sleeping surface.

4. Extends Mattress Life

A mattress is a significant investment, and a protector can greatly extend its lifespan. By guarding against wear and tear, moisture, and the breakdown of materials, a protector can keep your mattress in optimal condition for longer. This is particularly important for memory foam mattresses, which are susceptible to damage from liquids and can degrade faster without proper protection.

5. Easy to Clean and Maintain

Unlike a mattress, a mattress protector is easy to remove and machine washable. This makes it simple to maintain a clean bed. Regular washing of the protector helps to keep your sleep environment hygienic, reducing build-ups of dirt, skin cells, and fluids that can degrade your mattress over time.

Choosing the RightMattress Protector

When selecting a mattress protector, consider the specific needs of your household. Waterproof options are ideal for those with young children or pets, while hypoallergenic protectors are a must for allergy sufferers. Additionally, think about breathability and comfort, especially if you live in a warm climate or tend to sleep hot.

Conclusion

A mattress protector might seem like just another accessory, but it's a critical component of your bedding ensemble. It protects your investment, wards off allergens, and can even enhance the comfort of your mattress. Consider it the unsung hero of your bedroom—a small addition that can make a big difference in your sleep quality and mattress longevity.

Hello there, Just the other day I was listening to Kailash Kher's Saiyyan yt video.
https://youtu.be/TuUVVKVdZm4?si=Jpfq1kZbbCx6rk9W
At exactly 1 minute into the video, the person on the extreme right is wearing what looks like adidas samba. But Samba's have 3 stripes, and this one only has 2. I have been trying to find them, but no luck as of now. If any of you could help, I would be very grateful.

Hi I married my husband bcs I thofunt he was a good Muslim and that’s important to me . I met him at professional school 8 years ago where he was a religious leader. He is also a strong hafidh. We had insane tumultuous fights. He was abusive , manipulative, secretive, impulsive. He would do satanic things like threaten to kill himself, cut off body parts, scream bloody murder, put his face in najasa to make me traumatized and stay.
Nikkah fell apart three times in seven years bcs of drama and stalking and cruelty. There was a lot of space bcs he lived states away when school was out and he was not helpful in my journey for my career when I needed him. I thofunt how can he be away from me for seven years shouldn’t a good Muslim man seek to be married. Threats if I tried to leave and move on- mind games. So I stayed. He would also make huge nadhrs and oaths by God saying may Allah burn his mother in the deepest fires of hell- may he lose his job- may Allah reveal him to the world etc if he’s lying - “no chance for repentance if I’m lying” and then make an oath that proceeds to be a lie. Constantly . But making oaths by Gods name helped me stay bcs I believed them.
Last year finally we got married. We had zero intimacy- zero. After a year of this I got fed up one night he came home late. His job schedule is crazy so he got away with it for a long time- a doctor— overnights, extra shifts, and long hours and long commute . I found he was going on dates often. He did not come clean so I moved out and he did not own up for two weeks.
Slowly I uncovered he has an obsession with videos of same sex intimacy… it is an illness and a strange fetish and addiction. He has scammed hundreds (honestly.. probably thousands he says) of women and men for photos and videos and dates. Looks like sex addiction. Rewired his brain for over a decade.. he had been going to massage parlors for intimacy .. a lot of stuff - does this stuff on the street.. looks like he’s seeking a fix all the time he says the thoughts are compulsive and regular. He claims no sex but I see him coercing men for sex in chats..
I saw romantic pursuits in his social accounts dating back years… he didn’t talk to me so sweetly and flirtatiously and see me and be intimate with me like that …romantic pursuits with coworkers… he says the end game was to satisfy his addiction but it never got there it stopped at the cute relationship stage. What it did get to is flirtation, praise, “adoration”, dinners, coffees, working closely overnight daytime etc. confidantes. This close with one or two currently. Had multiple girlfriends at work.. saw videos in bed etc… while he was delaying our marriage. The relationships hurt the most even though he claims the end game was satisfying his illness
I feel crazy Per him it’s an illness. Addiction/ fixation/ component of ocd maybe … he is a pathological liar though. Definitely personality disorders in there
He got spiritual healing , “made sincere Tawbah”, saw psychiatrist but they don’t know the full story but he’s on meds… seeking more psychiatrists to tell the actual full story and get more opinions .. going to pilgramage - hoping to reset.. he’s desperate for me to stay. But he’s been caught before with a porn addiction and made tawbah/ pilgrimage/ ruqya— still did all this after it was not some miracle reset.
He defends that by saying the root issue was never addressed and now it is and it will be different. Says he didn’t love anyone else he has been desperately in love with me for years and wants to get better and start a family .. My own family is shocked and hurt
My judgement is clouded. I’ve been gaslit to the extremes for years … He wants to get better and he wants to stay and his whole family knows and is involved But It’s been what 15 years of his life ? Hundreds of people … Coworkers… Still not fully transparent
I feel like he’s just getting away with it … as ignorant as that might sound idk. His family is being gentle with him bcs he victimizes himself acting like he’s terrified of losing me He is a Quran teacher and hafidh with a good reputation in his communities for that reason He has his family to help him with anything I am the one who lost my mehram and help in life
I’m tired and clouded and my fairytale burst
If I was ur family what would u say?
Tl;dr: hafidh husband with fetish and sex addiction cheated with thousand people and is begging me to stay claiming repentance but is still hiding more details

D-day for me was about a week ago. After 8 years of me trying everything and never knowing about my husband’s addiction, I just couldn’t gamble the rest of my future on this kind of behavior with zero evidence he would ever change.
He begged and cried. He pleaded. It shattered my heart to see it but I just couldn’t prioritize his feelings any more at my own expense. He vowed he would never touch porn again. Of course, i no longer believe a word he says.
He commented that I seemed to be having an easier time than him and I mentioned that I am already doing the work to heal. I found this subreddit, im reading the betryal bind and other resources and I don’t have any guilt or shame about what I did because i gave it my all.
Last night, he said he would “win me back” someday and prove he can be the man i deserve. I started feeling bad about being so vehement about ending our marriage last night but THIS morning he came in and said 1) he couldn’t find a CSAT in our area and 2) all of the programs are religion-based and he’s not religious so he can’t do them.
It hit me so hard it made me dizzy: This was his response to every request I ever made to try to fix things. “It’s too hard” “there are no resources” “I don’t know where to start”. Why did i never see these as the EXCUSES they are now?
Thank you people of the internet. You seriously might’ve saved my whole freaking life.

Hi all!
I'm in search of a roommate to add to the lease as my current roommate is leaving. You would get the largest room in the apartment, as well as your own bathroom. There is another spare room you'd be able to use as an office if you work from home or for whatever else your heart desires. We also have exclusive use of the basement. There is a washedryer and dishwasher in unit. There is one other unit in the building with a lovely quiet couple. Rent is $2,350.
The apartment is in Crown Heights a few blocks away from the 3/4 train. Getting into the city is pretty easy and only takes 30 minutes.
About me: I'm a 28 y/o software engineer who works mostly from home , but my office is in FiDi. I'm very much a homebody, but I do go out occasionally. That being said, I am not the party type. I have guests here and there, but it's usually meeting up to head out. LGBTQIA friendly, marijuana friendly. I'm happy to share everything I have with you.
I also have a 3.5 y/o Shiba Inu who is very well behaved albeit incredibly shy. She will open up to you eventually though! If you have an animal, so long as they're friendly, it's fine. She is not the sharpest tool in the shed and really just says hi to other animals and goes on her way.
About you: I would prefer you not be a cishetero man. Otherwise, I ask that you are a professional of some sort who I can be friendly with. I don't care if you're the party type, just please don't bring the party back to the house. I don't care if you have guests, of course, I'd just prefer there not be gaggles of people in the apartment. I keep the common areas clean and ask that you help keep up with that. I otherwise don't care how you keep your space, because it's yours!
Please don't be someone who partakes in hard drugs (marijuana and psychedelics are okay with me).
Unfortunately, you will have to go through the broker and apply. Guarantors are accepted. The new lease technically starts August 1. If current roommate is out before then, you're welcome to come before!
Here is the StreetEasy listing for the apartment, as it has a video. Your room would be the second room on the right down the hallway, and your bathroom is the second on the left.
https://streeteasy.com/building/1711-president-street-brooklyn/2
If you have any other questions, just ask!

Me and my girlfriend have been together for 2 months. A few nights ago she asked me to send something through her phone gallery. I was scrolling through her phone trying to find the picture and saw a sex video of her and her ex. I'm devastated. Cried all night like a baby. I can't look her in the eyes without seeing the video. I love this woman more than I have ever loved. This is my first relationship ever. I just don't see a way this can go away and I am shattered. How do I go through with this without ending the relationship?

I'll keep this brief as there's way too many little details, I just wondered what I can currently do in my present situation. Based in England.
I work for a small company (around 12 people). Me and my manager are the only ones in this team, and there's a couple others in the office. I get on well with every member of staff really well EXCEPT my manager.
I have worked there for over a year and every single day he makes me life harder. I work in marketing, and every single thing I do is wrong. Pretty much every day I spend hours re-doing work. He doesn't give a reason why he doesn't like things or wants them changing, usually it's a line like 'this is what is best for the company'. He is also very smug, intimidating and very demeaning.
I suffer from a lot of mental health issues and I was taking a lot of my work home with me. I made the decision to go to the MD, lets call her Karen, who has always been approachable and had an open door policy.
I sat and spoke to Karen, explaining the situation and how it is preventing me from doing my job. It is worth mentioning at this point that every single other person in the company have warned me about him from day 1, as no one there likes him and avoid him, which is easy as they are in other small departments.
Karen said she needs to do something, so asked me to try and write down some examples of what he is like and send them to her. I wrote out a couple of pages worth of examples and tried my best to get across the overall working relationship. I sent this to her the next morning.
Karen and my manager were in meetings all morning already, then later in the afternoon she emailed saying she was discussing my notes with him. After 30 minutes, I was asked to come in. I was then asked to go through each point and explain them. I said this makes me very anxious but I will try my best.
Over the course of the meeting, things kept getting worse. Each time I would try to read, he would have a cookie cutter business response that Karen loved. I was getting very upset as the meeting went on as I was on the back foot from the get go. As the meeting went on, my manager was saying a lot of things, which were either barefaced lies or deliberately misleading statements.
At several points I would say I am really not comfortable with this and I don't feel like we are making any progress. After a good hour, I lost my temper and said something along the lines of 'this is madness everybody here knows what you are like this is mental' and stormed out.
It was about 4:30 at this point, and I went straight home to cool off. That night I messaged my manager to say sorry for loosing my temper and saying things 'that weren't true', he never replied.
The next day I went in, and was told to go home as I have been suspended (with pay), and he would update me as they have to do an investigation. I got an official suspension letter that detailed I am not to speak to any one at work, and I need to be ready to go in if called upon. It also stated that 'several allegations have been made against you' and I have no idea what that means.
Also to note, one of the other people in my office is another one of the MDs, let's call him Jeff. I have always got on well with Jeff, and he is a long family friend. He gets on pretty well with my manager but knows what is he like. He is the one who suspended me and is keeping me up to date.
It has been a week now with no real updates. This morning I received a letter from Karen in response to my points I raised at the start. These responses were pretty business boiler plate and achieved nothing other than communicating they are not on my side. All the other people who work there and who claimed to have my back and pushed me to say something have been silent, but that's understandable.
I feel like I am going to lose my job, and although it is toxic, I have been non-stop applying for jobs and getting nowhere. I feel sick with anxiety every day and I don't know what to do. I am genuinely good at my job and generate leads consistently, my performance is good and again I am very close to the rest of the business.
I am torn between begging for my job back and apologising to Karen and again to my manager, or instead be prepared for fighting as I think this has all being very unfair and very punishing.
TL;DR: manager is a bully, spoke to his boss, had a meeting where he lied and I got upset, got suspended, still waiting to hear back.
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