I started a new game of Pokemon Yellow. This time, I just focused on leveling up Pikachu. I got him up to about level 22 and was able to beat Brock (the first chokepoint in the game) just through brute force. I also used a couple of potions to recover hit points.

With that piece of shit out of the way, it wasn't long until I got magickarp from that salesman. Then I decided I was going to level up magikarp. Magickarp is perhaps the worst Pokemon in the game but if you get him up to level 20, he evolves into some flying dragon.

So that's what I did. I leveled him up alongside Pikachu. Then when magikarp became that dragon, I stopped leveling up Pikachu and just concentrated on leveling up this dragon.

The game is basically over. I've steamrolled over everything ever since. That dragon is at like level 35 and I've never seen an enemy over level 29 or so. And even then, I'm killing just about everything in the first hit. Even if they do get a hit in on me, they only take maybe 5 hit points away. I have over 100 hp.

I got the bicycle now, I got the "cut" power from that boat, I think that the map is more or less entirely open to me now. So it's just a matter of getting all of the Pokemon. I've caught 26 so far, which doesn't seem that many, there's 150, but it's just tedious busy work to catch more.

There's absolutely no challenge. I quit playing the last time because it was ridiculously boring and time-consuming having to level up all of your Pokemon. Now I'm quitting because it's so ridiculously easy that it's boring. Nobody's even come close to beating me. And I'm just talking about that one dragon Pokemon, never mind also the five others in my party.

In faeces news, I'm still waiting. My last movement was 31 August. Here we are 3 September. I won't be going today but I'm thinking tomorrow is the day. Four days of fibre-rich stool. I'm hoping for big things.

On the related subject of flatulence, for the past couple of weeks, I guess, I've been breaking wind totally effortlessly. I've never experienced this in my life. I wouldn't say it's involuntary but it requires no effort at all. Usually, you need to give a slight push. I haven't had to to that lately. They just come of their own free will.

It's a bit scary doing it on the streets. "Am I shitting my pants?" No. So far, at least.

Speaking of street ruminations, on the walk home from work today, I had a sudden panicked realisation that I'm in Scotland. Just loads of thoughts came rushing in. Why am I here? This is crazy. What would I be doing if I was still in the US? I could be in the US right now. Why would I choose to live here? It's like some surreal joke that I'm playing on myself by living in Scotland. Enough is enough with this nonsense.

I get these revelations every month or so. Of course, there's probably some cool shit that I could be doing in the Land of Opportunity but what a giant hassle. And the UK has a lot of advantages over the US.