It was the third day straight of non-stop rain. I wasn’t complaining. I prefer the rain. I hadn’t even bothered getting an umbrella. Today was Sunday and once again I decided to not bother going to the office. Even if it wasn’t the weekend I would still have nothing to do. My test orchard trees are coming along quite nicely. Hopefully within the next few days they will have fruit.
Another fine morning. I could hear the rain hitting my roof and rolling off in big drops to the ground below. I looked out the window and saw my fruit trees had grown even more overnight. I made the decision to not go to the office today. I knew there was nothing I could do.
Quite some time age, like years ago, I had a discussion with some friends about the topic of a Zombie Date. I got some mixed answers about what people would do.
Today started off just like my dream. I walked outside and let the rain hit my face. I have no need for an umbrella. After all, having missed out on that black one last week I doubt there will be another that I like. I checked the mail. I had correspondence from Fang and the elephant.
The rain was pounding on the window. I’d had this dream before. The rain starts and I just sit there staring at the drops on the window. The power goes out and I sit there in darkness. Slowly the stars and moon fade away to nothing and it’s pure black. I see two crazy eyes looking at me, getting closer and closer. Just as they reached me I wake up.
Since the news broke yesterday that Saints Row IV had been refused classification by the Australian Classifications Board, you could say there has been some uproar. Let me start by saying I don’t care for Saints Row. I doubt I was even going to play this game in the first place.
I looked out the window at the day I figured was already going to be bad. I don’t have a bed yet, so I’ve been sleeping on the wooden floor. Not to mention the house is full of junk and there is little room for me to stretch out.
Last night in my tent as I was falling in and out of sleep I had a nightmare. The Scary painting I purchased from that rip-off merchant fox was haunting me. It was angry that I had buried it on the beach never to be found again. It was perched on the wall of my new house and it wouldn’t go. I couldn’t get rid of it.
Sunday. I woke up feeling better from yesterday. I figured it was time to take the Town Planning permit seriously and that I should try and get this down payment paid on my house. I had to make some money.
The endless day… finally over. That sunlight just wouldn’t end. It shone throughout the night. How was this possible? Just because it was the solstice doesn’t mean 24 hours of brightness. This town is strange. Today was Saturday. Was this going to be another day that I couldn’t get onto my Mayoring duties?
I Suck @ Video Games 