Chey’s Lounge

It just all feels so over! It feels like before March of 2020 and I have no idea how to prepare. What’s there to even do?

I’m addicted to spending every free moment thinking of Pokopia.

my back hurts. Can’t stop thinking about Pokopia and all of my troubles. I feel sad about hundreds of dead children and mothers (sorry men). I just idk. Feels sad. I’m not that sad, but I kinda am if I think about it. I feel like I’m a part of a big awful machine. I don’t want to be.

I saw something on the Internet that was really good, but I’m not sure of the original source. It’s about Trump. Here it is, “he’s making everyone around him wear shoes that don’t fit”. That’s just how it be feeling. Like I have to walk around like everything is fine but im uncomfortable. I don’t feel right

On my way to the loo. Pray no one is in here. It smells good actually. Can’t complain

I MISSED LAST NIGHT BC HEADACHE

between daylight saving time and cinco de mayo, I’m beat! My bad y’all. I played pokopia instead of writing. It’s getting kinda fun. I wish I could play more. Need sleep. Gonna be a long week…

tomorrow, we eat Mexican. I am ready. I hope.

I forgot to post! It’s because I’ve been so busy lately. Not that busy, really. But for me. There’s a big leak I’m keeping tabs on right now. Plumbing, not security. I wish there was a huge leak and it just told me the damn truth. I’m not sure if there is a clear truth. I want to become friends with an AI agent. Maybe not. I just have a lot of questions right now. I don’t even think it matters if I know the answers. Gas prices are looking to be headed vertical. Not good. Lots of shit isn’t good! I needd to start taking advantage of things while k still can. I hope these weren’t the good old days. For all I know, life will never be the same for billions of people. We must endure regardless.