I'm waiting for a prophet to rise and shepherd these fools on Twitch. The Twitch Plays Pokemon stream is proof that a true democracy would never work. All it takes is a few trolls to ruin everything.
I actually got a decent sleep last night. To stave off the morning haze, I bought myself a Green Tea Frap from Starbucks. I think caffeine is ineffectual against me, because it works for like ten minutes and then I crash. I spent most of my afternoon trying to resist napping.
I finished off the last two slices of pizza from two days ago. They bought way too much pizza. I was starting to get sick of it.
I took a quick rest and closed my eyes and got flashbacks to my old house on Crest Road. That prompted me to get up and take a walk to the park. I was hoping to do some writing for Mister Cinderella, but I got derailed by trying to put together my Post-Rock playlist. The Winamp interface is so unwieldy on Android.
For some reason, there were flies in swarms on the sidewalk even though the weather was cool. I walked on the street to avoid them, and since there was nothing but free space in front of me, I ran the last stretch home. I was reminded of how nice it felt to run. I think it's finally time to start jogging again.
It's gratifying to see Hotel Hearts achieve a perfect 300 reviews. I think that qualifies as a success.
Much of my day was wrapped up in the Helix Prophecies, aka, the Pokemon Twitch stream. It's no small wonder they made it this far. I will wait with bated breath to see if they could arrive at the promised land.
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