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So I'm house-sitting a friend's house this week and I was asked to keep up with some of their gardening. I mean, seriously? Don't people just pay people to do that for them? Anyway, I digress, I was taking the dead heads off the flowers and these adorable little buds came off too. They're just too cute not to share! I wish I could get a whole load of them and make some kind of floral tiara! I would so rock that look!

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I have possibly, on occasion, been told I work too much and I should try having a better social life. No, Jess, I'm not looking at you at all. This is going to be my attempt at that.

Now, to avoid making this sound entirely too much like a personal ad, I'll just stick with...

Hi, I'm Sam.

Bitten by the dream bug again, how lucky of me. Well. I suppose I should be thankful they haven't turned into some ridiculous musical, but if I sit down and watch the entire Disney collection and assume everyone's somehow intricately related and backstabbing each other, it'd be a very accurate reflection of the kind of bullcrap I just woke up from.

And, of course, there's that very awkward moment when someone's kiss of 'true love' is supposed to remove a curse from their wife, and it fails. For even more awkward reasons.

I'm in dire need of caffeine being directly injected in my veins, thank you.

Oookay. Let's say in your dreams you've been investigating someone who you suspect is involved with drug trafficking, slave trading, serial killing, and a whole slew of other crimes as long as my arm for over a year now.

On a scale of one to ten, how weird is it if you let him take you to the ballet?

And is it more or less weird than letting your six year old brother live in the petshop with him?

...I'm asking for a friend.

Why does this make so much goddamn sense to me? I actually think I'm losing it.

I have learned some hard trusts the past few of my dreams, and now I hold in my hands proof of this truth.

It makes my physically ill.

Woke up this morning tasting dust in my mouth but this odd sense of... joy.

Took a shower and discovered the mark on my neck. A bitter reminder that sometimes you don't belong to yourself.

That's it. I can't take it anymore. As much as it pains me to say it, as terrible of a feeling as it is deep within me to come to terms with it... I just I can't handle it anymore. It's the only thing that really stands as a truth for me.

So fine, I'll admit it, I'll say it.

I'm leaving you Nintendo.

Look, you have so many great games, and franchises, and I love you. You've been a part of my life from the beginning. You've helped me through so many of my tough times. My first kiss that resulted in me actually stumbling into the girl. Or my first driver's test, when I drove through the garden on Mrs. Watson's lawn.

But I can't be with you anymore. You've changed... you still have great content, and amazing ability to tell great stories in beautiful worlds, but you're different. I don't even know how to be with you anymore. Your motion controls are just... just awful. It's not right. I don't like the me I become when I'm with you.

So it's done. Maybe next time, maybe when it's not such a focus... maybe then we can see each other again. Until then, I'm moving on. I've met someone: Steam. They just get me. Such a large variety of content, we can try new things, experiment. Sometimes it's awful, but that's the fun in it. And, I can play it on my PC with a real controller, and I can feel happy.

Until next time, Nintendo. Until NXT time.

I definitely had some messed up dreams last night. Not as messed up as what some of you people talk about here, but. Messed up for me. I definitely stole burgled a company and I definitely went to prison for it. For three years. Three years for trying to help the little people.

Not gonna lie, it was sort of a big deal. Except for when I did this satellite interview with some blonde named Christine Everhart and I got tased. Unfairly tased. Is it weird I can still feel the shock?

My grandma is convinced that I need to have some fun before classes start up again. She is limiting my time in the shop, which feels like I am being grounded for helping. I love working on cars! However, I can see her point and maybe I will just become a beach bum on my days off.

I like sitting on the sand and just staring out over the ocean. It's calming and a good way to just contemplate things. If anyone needs me, you can find me at the beach.