36.
I am pretty sure I found a graying hair while brushing this morning. It could have been the lighting, but... Matthew does have me worried. I am getting old. Canines age so quickly. No matter how much time I spend as a human now I won't get back those first several years of my life spent as an Eevee. Only a matter of time before the end of it all. The worst part is not knowing when that time is, when I should prepare for it and stay with Master until my last breath. I'm so afraid of dying alone.
I'd hate to think of how many little white furs are visible as an Umbreon. How long has this been going on?
Well, I suppose worrying doesn't stop the process at all. It was bound to happen. I should be thankful to have lived this long, really. ...I should ask Leon about that youth spring.
I'll take my mind off it by preparing a surprise midterm for this Monday.
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Thanksgiving is coming up rather soon, isn't it? Then Christmas, then New Year's, and it all starts over again and again, year after year. Until the end of the world, whenever that may be. Perhaps we ought to put on some sort of seasonal play. It's too late to fully prepare a Thanksgiving production, I would think, but something for Christmas? As long as there's enough interest in it. If there's absolutely none I'll simply have to put on a one-woman show!
Of course it would be so much easier if something could pull me out of this creative rut. I think I may get some fish. They do add a certain something to the atmosphere, hm? And they're so relaxing to watch. A whole aquarium full of exotic and tropical colours.
I've been thinking of browsing the nearest TM shop too. It's never really too late to teach an old dog new tricks, despite what they say, and it's only right that I actually do have a spar every now and then. It is a fighting school, after all. And I need more things to occupy my time with.
I'd hate to think of how many little white furs are visible as an Umbreon. How long has this been going on?
Well, I suppose worrying doesn't stop the process at all. It was bound to happen. I should be thankful to have lived this long, really. ...I should ask Leon about that youth spring.
I'll take my mind off it by preparing a surprise midterm for this Monday.
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Thanksgiving is coming up rather soon, isn't it? Then Christmas, then New Year's, and it all starts over again and again, year after year. Until the end of the world, whenever that may be. Perhaps we ought to put on some sort of seasonal play. It's too late to fully prepare a Thanksgiving production, I would think, but something for Christmas? As long as there's enough interest in it. If there's absolutely none I'll simply have to put on a one-woman show!
Of course it would be so much easier if something could pull me out of this creative rut. I think I may get some fish. They do add a certain something to the atmosphere, hm? And they're so relaxing to watch. A whole aquarium full of exotic and tropical colours.
I've been thinking of browsing the nearest TM shop too. It's never really too late to teach an old dog new tricks, despite what they say, and it's only right that I actually do have a spar every now and then. It is a fighting school, after all. And I need more things to occupy my time with.