I went to the city to check the theater for new emotions. There were no Frillard ones, but I did get disbelief again, replacing realization. Realization (the exclamation point) lacked the necessary oomph that disbelief and shock have.
I went back to my town and shot down a balloon present. It contained a koopa shell.
When I went into Bob’s house, I saw that he was sick.
I made my way around town, watering my flowers. I found three new black roses today. On the bulletin board, there was a notice that said Kid Cat’s 8-incher won an award yesterday.
I stopped in Nook’s and bought some medicine. On my way back around, I gave it to Bob.
By then, I was about done for the day, but I realized that I should change my clothes and hair back. So I put my club shirt and mohawk wig back into storage and put on my burglar shirt. I then went back to the city (to Shampoodle) to change my hair back to its normal color.
