Tiny chocobos and sleep deprivation
At about 2 pm today I started feeling detached. Kind of literally... but only from about the nose up, as my brain floated above my head. Or something like that. Sleep deprivation presents me with the most interesting effects!
Sitting next to my makeshift computer desk is a tiny stuffed baby chocobo, FFXI-style. This little guy looks kind of like he was raised in a nation suffering from famine. He's skinny and his skin doesn't fit right. I got him a while ago and had him in a canvas bag when Tavi did something unspeakable to the bag and its contents. The poor stuffed chocobo was soaked through, but I was determined not to lose it! Two complete soakings and dryings in special cleaner and three full rinses later, the chocobo is perfectly clean and smells like, well, a stuffed animal. There's not even any perfume scent left. He's just like he was when he started.
Except all the washing and squeezing suds through and rinsing and squeezing suds and water out kind of compressed the lil' chocobo's stuffing. So he's smaller than the rest of the chocobos and vaguely starved-looking. Poor little guy! I love this chocobo. He's totally a survivor, and his big soulful eyes remind me that I need to keep it together too.
I'm not going to soak myself in cleaner; I'll shower in the morning. But I am going to take my little chocobo and go to bed now. Oyasumi!
Sitting next to my makeshift computer desk is a tiny stuffed baby chocobo, FFXI-style. This little guy looks kind of like he was raised in a nation suffering from famine. He's skinny and his skin doesn't fit right. I got him a while ago and had him in a canvas bag when Tavi did something unspeakable to the bag and its contents. The poor stuffed chocobo was soaked through, but I was determined not to lose it! Two complete soakings and dryings in special cleaner and three full rinses later, the chocobo is perfectly clean and smells like, well, a stuffed animal. There's not even any perfume scent left. He's just like he was when he started.
Except all the washing and squeezing suds through and rinsing and squeezing suds and water out kind of compressed the lil' chocobo's stuffing. So he's smaller than the rest of the chocobos and vaguely starved-looking. Poor little guy! I love this chocobo. He's totally a survivor, and his big soulful eyes remind me that I need to keep it together too.
I'm not going to soak myself in cleaner; I'll shower in the morning. But I am going to take my little chocobo and go to bed now. Oyasumi!