Hour 12: The Ochu Dance

So there's this gigantic  flower called Ochu and it's got this move, the "Ochu Dance", and it does all kinds of crazy things to you and it's just so terrible.  And at this moment in my life, I am actually able to feel angry at a move, in a video game, called the ocho dance.

12 hours.  If this weren't the 6th Race, I would be able to say that I've never spent a day so inanely.  

My eyes hurt, and I'm already feeling pretty greasy and grizzly.  There are several slothful and laze-about verbs that start with 's' that we are employing:  staring, sitting, sweating, smelling.  (Smiling is conspicuously absent).  And it's never just one that takes the toll, but rather the combination of them all that makes you feel like the napkin that drunks wipe their faces on while eating 25 cent hot wings.  The whole is more than the sum of its parts. 

splendiferously yours,

-s