The Day

What a day! I mean, seriously, phew... it's been quite a day. Yes indeed. A day. Sigh. Catching my breath for a moment here... after the excitement of the day. Some day. Some day, indeed.

At least, I think it was a day. I mean, I know it was a day - I'm just starting to doubt whether it was really as mentionworthy as I once believed, back when I started this post, back when I was young and naive. If I had to describe the day with two adjectives with which I could also describe myself, I'd probably use... ummm... wait can I use a vegetable as an adjective? Oh never mind never mind I don't need to. Dynamic and momentous. Yeah! Rizrock! Wait, "dynamic" and "momentous" were the words. Not "yeah" and "rizrock." Sometimes I can be confusing. Ha! I should have used "confusing" as one of the adjectives! But only for me. Not for the day. The day wasn't confusing at all, from what I remember...

It was definitely a dynamic day, there's no doubt about that. The things that happened were just wowee. Plus zowee. To equal woweezowee. The first event really set the mood, what with the explosions and the colors. The second happening was a bit more chill, but still totally thrilling in that laid back sort of way Christian Bale does so well. And then the avalanche of activity struck, throwing me this way and that, pummeling thousands of metaphorical mountain goats on the way down, down to the end of the day, all the way down. I mean, the day just wouldn't let up, not even for a second. I couldn't have stopped for crushed goat stew even if I'd wanted to, even if it wasn't metaphorical. Not that I did want to, you know, cuz metaphors are generally too saucy for me. I prefer the more zesty taste of personification.

I guess to describe the day as "momentous," I really should first clarify the definition. I mean to say that the day lasted longer than a moment, but that it had it's fill of separately inspiring moments. It was an amalgamation of single glimpses of what the world could be like if everyone loved peace and peace loved everyone and they both loved a third party the same amount.

Come on, don't try to be strict with the moments thing. "Momentous" can mean a lot of moments, okay? This was my day, anyway, so back off. Nobody shared the drama, cuz everyone else experienced the day differently, and much more suckily. My day was the best. Yeah, I'm pretty sure it was. No, I know it was. Screw indecision. The day kicked serious ninja butt. And it did so without suffering a scratch. My day was awesome, in the best way awesome can be, which is like really good.

The day is over now - it ended yesterday. Come to think of it, even though the day finished off itself unharmed, there's no way that I could have gotten out the same. The constant intensity of the awesomeness, swirling around my body, surely must have done some damage. I'm starting to worry. Let me wiggle my toes for a second... Huh, I think they're all there. It's hard to tell just from wiggling, to be honest. Oh well. I don't really care about toes, especially not enough to take off my slippers and look. Let me check some other body parts. Arms... alright. Legs... fine. Stomachs... okay. Ears... gasp! Yup, my ears and my gasp-o-lung are both still intact, too. Astonishing. Not only was the day totally amazing, but it's even theoretically possible that I could healthily live through it all over again! I knew my body was good. I just didn't know it was this good.

Hold on. Seriously, just hold on! This is serious, so hold on.

I never thought of that. My gods, I never thought of that at all. It's possible that electricity tricked me. I didn't really do much yesterday, other than all that insanely cool stuff, so I don't remember whether I went outside or not. What if I didn't, and I actually got up really late, and all my clocks got switched by some time pervert, and.... and... my day was actually a night!

I'm shivering. This is really bad. I mean, this is worse than killing people and stuff.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Remember when I played Harvest Moon? Remember? Harvest Moon is a farming simulation, and I built a greenhouse in the game so that I could maximize profit and cash-crop the balls out of my competitors, and the reason the greenhouse made so much sense and money was because time didn't move when I worked inside the greenhouse.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

I might still be in the greenhouse. I might never have left. I might never have even had a day. I might never have even had a moment for you to nerd out over the definition of "momentous" about. (I still hate you for that.)

All that jamming rockingness... all that killer rockocity... I don't know what I'd do if it didn't exist. It was all so vivid... the day. So real. Like a day I'd never want to forget, not even if I'd never remembered the day to begin with. Sigh.... that day. What am I going to do about that day... the day...