Last night, Melba told me she was thinking about moving out of town. I told her not to move, mainly because I didn’t want another bare spot where her house was when I make a new town tour video sometime soon. But I’m not sure I convinced her; she’s still considering a move.
I spoke with Octavian, and he was telling me how fun it is to judge people. Well, at least he’s honest.
And Bunnie was really sick with a cold.
I don’t particularly care for Bunnie that much, but she looked so pathetic, that I had to buy medicine for her.
Without even thinking about it, I found myself shaking some trees. But when a bee came flying out of one, it caught me off-guard. I tried to quickly cycle through my items to get my net out in time, but I only got up to my dandelion puffs. Fail.
Even though the fishing tournament was yesterday, I played too late to participate. But a message posted on the bulletin board today informed me that Elmer the horse won with his 33-incher.
Tomorrow night is the grand finale of online play in Forest. I’ll be opening my gate for the last time ever at 9:00 p.m. Eastern Daylight Time. I’m not sure how long I’ll stay on, but it depends on the turnout. If nobody shows up, I won’t stay on long. But if the old group all shows up, I can see myself staying on for hours and hours. I’m sure it’ll be a sad goodbye, but I hope we have one last great time to remember.
If my visitors are up to it, I’d like to do a little of everything. Hang out in every room of my houses, play some sumo, museum tag, musical chairs, maybe have a memorial for Bob, do some glitching, who knows. Tomorrow’s blog entry will likely be very late.
how could you say that you don’t care for bunnie, i love her so much