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Another day... blah

So I've picked up majora's mask again. I've been spending the past 2 nights, and about 1/3rd of my awake time today playing it. The past couple nights I've just been doing random little things since I'll only stay stay up for a couple hours after my online time. Anything longer and my meds will knock me out in front of the tv, and that would be bad because my parents would get up and find me, and then dad would freak out. He's such a loser like that. Anyway, today I was able to get my ass around to beating the first temple. Wasn't half as hard as I expected it to be. Now I'm just stuck on the butler part. Man, those races are always a royal pain in the ass. Jump here, skip there, don't fall in the holes which are everywhere.

And today is either the last day anyone will be permitted to take photographs in a NYC subway without a press pass or as the day photographers throughout the country celebrated the defeat of that proposed ban. I have a feeling no one will be able to take pictures there anymore. It's so stupid how fear will drive people to insane extremes just so that they can feel a little bit safer. Kind of reminds me of when the ht employee freaked over me having a camera in the store. "Like, OMG! It's so tiny. Is that a spy cam? You just took a picture, you're in trouble!" Shit, if I had my 'spy cam' with me that day I probably would have slammed it down on the counter and said, "No, that's not a small camera, THIS IS." Oooo, spooky! I mean, it's just insane. I can't wait until the us collapses under it's own weight. Or until I can move to canada. Now don't get me wrong or anything, the states are nice and all, it's just the government that runs it and the rules that they use to regulate it. Oh, and the loonies who populate it. *grumble*

Anyway, james is sick. It's sad, but not all too surprising. He sounded pretty fucked up on the phone when he called me the first time. I guess I called layton about 14 times in a couple, maybe an two and a half, hours before he finally decided to answer his phone. Shut up, I was insanely bored. Most of the calls were made while I was upstairs in my room banging my head against my wannabe headboard. It's 4 slats of wood with 3 poles going through the center. After awhile I realized that I could go down stairs and play tv, yay me. And that's how I got started on the 64. That also consists of my day. Oh, except for the teeny part where allen called and wanted me to see a movie with him. Probably would have been meet the fockers. I really don't want to see that. And I really don't want to see it with him. That was right before james called the 2nd time, so I had a viable excuse as why I couldn't go.

Picture of the day: New York Minute