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I said something stupid. I said something stupid six months ago. That person was mean. I might have been wrong. I did n't express myself clearly. Get in shower. Get in shower. Get in shower. That's it. Check phone. Get dressed. Check phone. Coffee. Work. Go to work. Come to your shift on time. Prompts. Prompts. Prompts. 100 words, at least. Anything beats nothing. Phone! Pick up. Sell tickets. Good. Video games? Book idea? Science? Coding? E3 games look nice. I remember what I'm interested in. Games are amazing. Truly, they are. There is no doubt. Book. Fantasy. Space, but scary space. Everything does n't work perfectly. Interstellar, not Star Wars. Characters must still be vulnerable, even if they're essentially space ninjas. Phone! Sell tickets, again. What was that game about the robot dinosaurs? That does n't make any sense. Horizon. I like stealth games. In those ones, you need to be careful. You need to think about what you're doing. Do n't shoot'em up. Maybe, I'm thinking about hard games. Dark Souls: How do I explain this game to someone who does n't play it? Hardest game in the world, adored by many. Medieval setting with a realistically difficult fight engine that forces you to die again and again until you finally get it right. Even the story of the game revolves around a notion of futility and endless hardship. Though the story is not particularly good ( according to some players ), the mechanics and the story are one. That's quite enough of that. I'm conjuring a review, here. Looking around. Sleepy. I went to bed too late, last night. Phone! Angry person. Would it kill him to be upset about something else? He wants to speak to the manager. Okay. Counting seconds. Watching minutes in the lower-righthand corner of the screen. Yawning. *More* coffee? No, I'll feel like garbage. Music? I can listen to music. Low volume. Shift completed. Moving. Hungry. Wow, look at the sun. ***Sandwich! *** Emails. Chores. Anything I can do in an hour. Other job. Other shift. Internet. Marketing. Twitter. Eyes open. Eyelids up. This sucks. Be mature. Be mature. Be mature. I need to edit these works, and I need to edit this site. The boss is nice. She's helpful. She wants me to do a Photoshop-related thing. Okay. I do it. At least I'm not on a phone. **Five o'clock**. Do n't be mature: fuck, shit, cocksucker, ass. Video games. Games, games, games, but mainly death. Again, Dark Souls. That's what it's all about. Thoughts of self worth plague me. I curse at the screen. Why think about such things? Just play the game. Pizza! More games. Many more games. Sleep? Sleep.
