This has happened to me after arriving at McDonald’s, perhaps a worrying sign that I should probably stop filling my body with shit.
Yesterday Kristof followed Becky, Myself, and a gremlin I call my Sister-in-law around town as we raked in Eevees on Pokemon Go. He hadn’t bothered re-installing the game, so had to be content with looking at regular animals, and humans which come scarily close. At one point I looked into his eyes and thought to myself “I wish that this moment I’m going to write about later on the blog had a poetic point.”
But it didn’t.