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I am the Pokemon (and Pikachu, specifically) Master! I have defeated the Elite Four in Pokemon Let's Go: Pikachu and beat the scary Pikachu woman in the forest as an encore.
I'm not very good at finishing games (though there is a lot of endgame content, I am done with the main story) so it's a real accomplishment for me. Also, apparently, J has never gotten even as close to finishing a Pokemon game, so I feel extra accomplished! I'm not someone who plays games except for, like, simulations and sandbox games AND I only discovered a love for Pokemon in the last few years. I am well pleased! Lance's Dragonite very nearly fucked me up but I soldiered through only to get similarly nearly fucked up by Jasper's Jolteon (or, rather, Jasper's near-inexhaustible supply of Full Restores).
All of this victory came at the heels yesterday of a toilet replacement. Our robin's egg blue Cold War-era toilet finally ended up getting irreparably loose from its floor mounting and was causing a leak into the unit below ours so my property manager made the call to have it replaced. I miss it a little bit. The hardware in the tank had been replaced so the flush handle didn't fit right and the seat didn't match, but it was a blue-ass toilet and that's cool. The plumber who replaced it took a photo before he removed it because it was, "the oldest toilet [he'd] seen in [his] life." So that's something. The new one is very nice, even if it is a little high for my stumpy legs.
Also I have a paid art commission! A friend of mine wants a family portrait done for her husband's birthday coming up. Said friend's husband has been battling a brain tumor for several years and every birthday is a real and profound celebration. They've got this amazing kid who has been so cool and mature about her dad's health and takes a lot of pride in helping him manage his medications since the tumor has upset some of his memory capability. They're a great family and I'm only too happy to oblige!
Tomorrow I am going to make myself to the damn post office so I can mail my mother prints of my art. I'm also mailing a few prints to a woman I worked with at my last job--she's incredibly sweet and loves my hamster paintings. The post office is not far from my apartment, I can bus to it easily, and it's been BEAUTIFUL here. So I need to be less lazy and just do the thing. My mother is worth is. My former co-worker is worth it! My desire to merge into my couch permanently is not worth it.
I'm not very good at finishing games (though there is a lot of endgame content, I am done with the main story) so it's a real accomplishment for me. Also, apparently, J has never gotten even as close to finishing a Pokemon game, so I feel extra accomplished! I'm not someone who plays games except for, like, simulations and sandbox games AND I only discovered a love for Pokemon in the last few years. I am well pleased! Lance's Dragonite very nearly fucked me up but I soldiered through only to get similarly nearly fucked up by Jasper's Jolteon (or, rather, Jasper's near-inexhaustible supply of Full Restores).
All of this victory came at the heels yesterday of a toilet replacement. Our robin's egg blue Cold War-era toilet finally ended up getting irreparably loose from its floor mounting and was causing a leak into the unit below ours so my property manager made the call to have it replaced. I miss it a little bit. The hardware in the tank had been replaced so the flush handle didn't fit right and the seat didn't match, but it was a blue-ass toilet and that's cool. The plumber who replaced it took a photo before he removed it because it was, "the oldest toilet [he'd] seen in [his] life." So that's something. The new one is very nice, even if it is a little high for my stumpy legs.
Also I have a paid art commission! A friend of mine wants a family portrait done for her husband's birthday coming up. Said friend's husband has been battling a brain tumor for several years and every birthday is a real and profound celebration. They've got this amazing kid who has been so cool and mature about her dad's health and takes a lot of pride in helping him manage his medications since the tumor has upset some of his memory capability. They're a great family and I'm only too happy to oblige!
Tomorrow I am going to make myself to the damn post office so I can mail my mother prints of my art. I'm also mailing a few prints to a woman I worked with at my last job--she's incredibly sweet and loves my hamster paintings. The post office is not far from my apartment, I can bus to it easily, and it's been BEAUTIFUL here. So I need to be less lazy and just do the thing. My mother is worth is. My former co-worker is worth it! My desire to merge into my couch permanently is not worth it.
