Smog Level: 3/3 Mountains
Sickness...
Pokemon. You probably don’t think about them much, but my life throughout the last night - mixed with delirious dreams - have made me empathize with them. Don’t worry, I’ll tie it in, but first, let’s examine the life of a captured pokémon.
...and Pokémon

Cockfighting
So what then? Well, either the animal is put into heavy rotation - fighting an endless cycle of cockfights for the sake and honor of their “trainer” - or put into the reserves. This means they’re put into storage.
Which is worse?
Both sound pretty terrible, but it depends on what happens to the animal’s consciousness when they’re inside the ball. There are two options: they’re either conscious or they’re not. If they’re conscious, maybe it’s like a luxury hotel. If they’re unconscious, then it’s probably like going to sleep.
If conscious, and then put into storage, then they’re basically in eternal jail until the system fails or they.. age and die? If they’re in heavy rotation, at least they get breaks to relax and recover between their fights. They get to unwind, play some games, do whatever they do.

Relating It Back
Well, I feel very much like the heavy-rotation, unconscious fighter. Sleep for X amount of time, wake up to have a painful battle in the bathroom. Repeat until daybreak, or until I can keep enough drugs in me to stay unconscious longer.
In summary: I see how diarrhea can be a fatal affliction.
Words of the Day
English - Mandarin [pronunciation]
Toiletcèsuǒ
[tse-ah-sue-oh]
Love
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