There’s nothing quite like the anniversary of the release of a machine that you vividly remember buying, to remind you of your own futile mortality and constant visions and nagging in your head that you have accomplished nothing and really should have done more with your life.
After yesterday’s encounter with Mr Pelican post delivery man and his message from who can only be classified as The Trap Setting Son of a Bitch, there was no doubt in my mind that I needed to act. I am convinced that this bastard has made their life in Meowland and is living amongst us.
I stood dead still looking at my reflection, disgusted with myself. I was looking in the window because I don’t have a mirror, so a large cross took up a lot of my image. My god, what was wrong with me yesterday. I was actually feeling rather decent today. None of that giveadamnlessness was left. I began to chuckle to myself. It was a pretty bad getup I had on and my hair was hilarious. I headed in to town to get myself sorted out.
I didn’t want to get out of bed. I didn’t want to see the light. It felt as if the bright, skin burning sun would obliterate me today. My mood had fallen below the usual ‘meh’ and had dipped into a deep blue funk. On a scale of 1 to 10, the needle was sitting on extreme poop-like, which was odd, considering the scale was numerical. I just wanted to lie on the floor with the lights off, listening to nothing but the static noise on the TV I had sold weeks ago.
As I lay in my bed falling asleep I felt the worries of the day dispersing from my mind. Things like Blathers complaining about the museum, the Trap Setting Son of a Bitch and that idiot Dizzy were further away then they had ever been. Relaxation flowed over my particularly sexy body. I felt little tingles running up my arm. Tiny signals that my nerve endings were sending to me to relax me even more. I looked down at my arm. Holy crap! There was a spider on me!
It was early morning and I was wide awake. I had been for some time. It was still dark out but I didn’t really want to go out there. I knew that if I did, then the residents would want to talk to me and I just didn’t have the patients for some of their stupidity right now. I mulled around my house and finally gave in.
Hello. Some time has passed. A week in fact. You could say I’ve done a lot since we last spoke but you could also say I did very little. As you know. My name is Jiggly and I am the mayor of Meowland. If you recall, last week I went on an adventure. Someone named Cerviche visited me and I went and visited him. I didn’t know if it was real though. I was having a bad time and was quite lonely so was it just a creation in my mind? I didn’t know.
Such a lonely day And it's mine The most loneliest day of my life Such a lonely day Should be banned It's a day that I can't stand
I hate days like today. I feel so alone. Nothing entertains me. I’d spent half the day just sitting here in my house. Doing nothing. Sigh…
Suddenly came an uninvited knocking upon my door.
I’M THE Villager Jiggly. Remember me? The villager who became a town mayor, the one who wrote the Animal Crossing diary? The one with brown hair and the gray eyes, and the insatiable desire for leadership and respect? You remember.