When one derives the smallest of pleasures (and actually looks forward to) from reading messages off the back of a chocolate foil, things couldn't be good, right?
I thought so.
The Flowerfest came and went with me seeing not even a glimpse of the many every-evening-fireworks. The float and street dance parade I only saw on TV, and only for a few minutes. Not that I entirely regret not going. From what I saw on the news and heard from the others, the float parade was 'bastardized' by the presence of those two-faced politicians waving to the crowd. If I were there and witnessed it firsthand, who's to say I won't grab the sidearm of the cop next to me and started shooting all over the place? (A hypothetical scenario. One, there might not be a cop standing beside me. And two, I would have missed each shot anyway. I relish the prospect, though.)
So while the rest of the city is out in the streets enjoying the festivities, I was either at home desperately trying to catch some ME-time, or at the office on a bloody weekend with Arkarna's SO LITTLE TIME tune ringing in my ears.
Back to the chocolate-messages.
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