I had to wake up early this morning to help my dad make a delivery. My brother drove, which is good, since I didn't have to do it myself.
It was supposed to be a simple job, but it became a lot longer than it had to be. We arrived on time but the client wasn't home. We had to wait for about thirty minutes before she finally came. She was an old lady with particular and demanding taste, but was very nice and welcoming. Their (she and her husband) home was situated on a cliff that overlooks Corona Del Mar beach. You can see the ocean from there.
As expected, there were a bunch of people strolling about. I noticed a lot of couples. I always forget that there are plenty of people in this world who are in a relationship even though the vast majority of the population is single. People hardly go out alone unless it's for errands or exercise. I don't know if I should be self-conscious on my solo outings. It does feel a bit intimidating to be surrounded by couples. I wonder if more single people went out, their situations would improve?
Probably not.
Maybe I should join more social events. It's just not my style though. Well, whatever. I've got bigger concerns than my relationship status.
After we finished delivery, we went back to the shop. On a street corner was small man with a lazy posture, leaning against a pole, wearing fuzzy antlers on his head and holding a cardboard sign that said, "I need reindeer food." I can't help but think that he was soliciting sex, gay sex, in the middle of broad daylight. I'm sure reindeer food is some kind of euphemism, and one I don't wish to learn.
We got back to the shop and I was paid for my services, $25. My brother and I got Waba Grill on the way home. I decided to farm some extra VC and advanced a little in my small forward career. In the first game, I fouled out and earned a whopping 0 VC because the game was a lost cause. I swear, Hall of Fame ups the stupidity slider for your teammates. They are fucking horrible. In the second game, I went up against the designated rival, Jackson Ellis, and I destroyed him even though we played different positions.
My small forward plays on the Jazz, and on any given day, one of my teammates become a black of absolute garbage. That award usually goes to Derrick Favors, who is completely useless anywhere near the basket, or Trey Burke, who bricks the most open shots in the world. Fuck this team.
I took a small nap because I was tired. I hope I didn't ruin my sleeping rhythm with it. I finished off the Mayo Chiki anime and then watched all the remaining episodes of Tokyo Toy Box, which was apparently one. There are only two episodes of the show subbed and the manga only had three chapters scanlated, which means I'm shit outta luck when it comes finishing the story. Whoever was doing the subbing job quit because the show started airing in October 2013, and considering that was four months ago, I've lost all hope of any group picking up the project. Live and let live. Some things will remained unfinished forever--like Shenmue.
I made zero progress in Pokemon, but I did play the Super Training minigames, which apparently improve the Effort Values of each Pokemon. I was getting all excited seeing these crazy stat boosts. Instead, it's some invisible variable that used to be altered in the old days through crazy time-consuming methods. I'm not sure if it's worth investing time into. I'll probably only do it for my Froakie, since she's the only one that's guaranteed to stay with me until the end.
Seems like the PS4 didn't set Japan on fire, which is a shame. The world could use more Japanese games, but if their domestic market has completely shifted to mobile, then the chances of Japanese gaming exerting any sort of influence over the global market is extinguished. Good luck with cell phones games for the foreseeable future.
Well, whatever. I got a huge backlog to clear. By the time I finish, Persona 5 will probably be out by then.
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