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No one was around for me to talk to this evening, so I decided to do a Robot Chicken marathon.
BAD IDEA.
Thirty-one episodes and five and a half hours (of air time, at least) later, I have no brain cells. With luck, I'll be able to recover tomorrow. @_@;;
And that's all that was special about today. Except ... has it really been a year? Has it REALLY been a year since I cried from missing Miyamoto at the Nintendo Store? Oh dear Goddesses, it has been. I keep kicking myself about it; if only I'd left for Manhattan after I'd made that post last year, I'd've gotten it.
SIGH.
Some things just weren't meant to be, I suppose. T_T
BAD IDEA.
Thirty-one episodes and five and a half hours (of air time, at least) later, I have no brain cells. With luck, I'll be able to recover tomorrow. @_@;;
And that's all that was special about today. Except ... has it really been a year? Has it REALLY been a year since I cried from missing Miyamoto at the Nintendo Store? Oh dear Goddesses, it has been. I keep kicking myself about it; if only I'd left for Manhattan after I'd made that post last year, I'd've gotten it.
SIGH.
Some things just weren't meant to be, I suppose. T_T
