You could’ve been gettin’ down to this sick beat Shawshank, February 27, 2023 Awake! Good morning my little chickadees. It’s a gray Monday morning here in TinyTown. It’s warmer, but it’s windy out there. It’s a warmish wind though, if that helps you deal with it. Coffee has been brewed. Yep it’s Monday. Brunch day. It’s a good day, when you can have bacon – Crystal’s joy will be a toasted peanut butter and bacon breakfast sandwich. It’s going to be a yummy brunch. I slept like the dead last night. The last thing I remember m, is my mind playing tricks on me. It sounded like Pippin was getting into places that she shouldn’t be. Then the absolute last thing I heard before I drifted off – nothing. Absolutely nothing. Total silence. That worried me, so as long as I stayed awake. Which wasn’t that long. I think my last thought was whatever happens, I can clean it up in the morning. The good thing was, I didn’t have to clean anything up this morning. I just want all y’all to know, I am kicking ass in The Adventures of Zelda: Breath of the Wild. Why is it called The Adventures of Zelda? That chick isn’t doing shite. Poor Link is doing all the heavy lifting. Ok, so follow along with me: Link falls in battle 100 years ago, right? I’d expect to be buried with all my kick ass armour, and the freakin Master Sword. But when you wake up with no memory of anything, all you basically have are some rags, and a tree branch to defend yourself. Why couldn’t you be at least hurried with some armour, and maybe just a nice workable ceremonial sword or something. But no. You have absolutely nothing. Zelda is a bitch. I’ll leave you with that. I suggest you let that marinate. Life blogbloggercoffeejournalmorningsTinyTown
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