We all lined up with a piece of tissue paper; at the head of the line was the man who would give us our third stimulus. After assuring us all he wouldn't be secreting or squirting any body fluids, he dripped a few drops of something into my tissue. Apparently, the third stimulus is a smell.
This one was very open to interpretation. It smelled orangey, acidic, scratchy. I'm sure there's an use for it.
My outline is moving forward, but I have to start writing the real thing soon.
In other news: I noticed a chick that's cute in the same way as Mikana, but nevertheless I moved downstairs to this deserted restaurant called Quentins. The atmosphere is FUXPRO. Right now I'm sitting at a dark wooden dining table. Directly above me is night sky and a single visible star. To my right is Ceylon Road, which cars breathe past every few seconds. Ferns and oppressive trees all around. If the traffic dies down during the night this'll be perfect.
Internet is shit out here, so this post comes late.
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