Since my ear got cut yesterday, I consciously avoided lying on my right side. By the time I woke up, my neck felt strained. I looked in the mirror and it's mostly scabbed. I recalled that grade school advice, "Never pick a scab." It's a small cut and barely noticeable. Others have gone through much worst and recovered remarkably. Still, there's something about an injury that makes me squeamish. How would I react if I was shot? I'd probably be panicking out of my mind. Let's hope I get nothing more than scrapes in the future.
In my best Bonesaw impression, I said to my DS, "I'm coming for you, Dullahan, and I've got you for three minutes." The fated encounter with the most powerful boss didn't go as smoothly as anticipated. He was a bit irritating, but I knew I had him. It was just a matter of waiting it out. It must have taken me 20 minutes. With him defeated, I am officially, 100%, done with this game, and not a moment too soon, because now I can concentrate on things that matter...like Vegas.
My friend and I started up Borderlands 2 again. After being duped into buying the season pass, I want to get my money's worth. There's still DLC I haven't played yet. I continued where I left off, which was right before what many consider to be the best DLC in the game, Tiny Tina's Assault on Dragon's Keep. From what little I've played, I like it. Unfortunately, I had to cut our session short since today is a running day.
I had more stamina than usual, which meant I ran more than usual. Hopefully, I'll still have enough in the tank for Thursday. It turned into night halfway through my run. Three patrol cars with blaring sirens drove down my usual route along the riverbank. Talk about good timing. If I didn't have that extra stamina and ran as much, I would've missed this event. I wonder what they were up to?
When I eat dinner, I usually watch Chris Smoove videos. After watching his UFC series, I've gotten more interested in the sport. If I played the game, I'd actually have something to add when conversation steer into this territory. There's no better way of becoming an expert in a sport than by playing a simulation. I can hang around if it's the NBA or NFL, but the UFC? Sorry, but I'm out of my depth there.
I've been working on (and by that, I mean thinking about) something called an Incantation of Invincibility. Words hold power. It's why we pray, chant, and sing. It's how sports teams overachieve, running off the energy from the crowd. Individually, we should be able to motivate ourselves in the same way--through sheer willpower.
"I believe in you."
How often have you heard that? I'm talking legitimately, and not in a post-ironic way. If there was somebody encouraging us every step of our lives, we could do anything. Unfortunately, most don't have the luxury of personal cheerleaders. We have to find inspiration within ourselves.
Hence, the Incantation of Invincibility. If I can concoct something to read, to refer to every time I needed a boost, some confidence, or an infusion of giant brass balls, then I'd be set for life.
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