If I were to write this yesterday, it would be a string of incomprehensible gibberish and expletives. It's too eerie how my sickness followed the track my little brother laid out. First are the headaches, then the rapid temperature changes, then the throat, the runny nose, and the coughing. It's not a mild cough. It's a "I'm bent over and my entire body is writhing in pain from the spasms" kind of a cough. My greatest condolences to those with chronic lung problems. Nobody should be forced to live with such a shitty quality of life. For the briefest of moments, I contemplated suicide. Being sick sucks.
I filled the day with sessions of Mercenary Kings. I feel the design is super padded. I beat five missions in a row and barely have enough materials to forge a better gun. I'm still using one of the beginner guns despite sinking in a couple hours already. Progression is too slow. For something "free," I can't complain though. My friend doesn't seem to be keen on the nuances of the game though. We'll probably play it until we beat, but it doesn't beg for much else.
It was, once again, another sleepless night. If I can't sleep, it's just going to get worse and worse...
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