Here is proof of my accomplishments. The number of Pokémon at the bottom of the screen, and the many others you see on the screen. Yes, my Venusaur is named True Hero because it's been my strongest Pokémon since the beginning. I accidentally opened my app in a sports store and it was right there for me to catch. True Hero. My Pidgeot is named BIRB because yeah. It used to be a Pidgeotto named BIRD but it had to evolve. Rainer was the result of looking around in my Pokémon list and realizing I have enough candies to evolve this eevee.

It happened. I'm writing this at 5 AM. Please. If anything doesn't make sense to you, or sounds strange, that is because I'm tired. And. I want to sleep. That is all, my lovelies (gee thanks, phone. That almost autocorrected to love life...) Hope you enjoyed my proof of how addicted I am to an app. And my very monotone-sounding commentary to go along with it. (Yes I imagined that whole paragraph or two in a monotonous voice) But yeah. My dad just came in. I have to go. It's too early. <May Collapses> <Says through a muffled voice on the floor> gbaiiiiii

EDIT: I just ejected my used razor blade into the toilet. I don't have the time, or the patience. I had to get some pokey stick you use for meat to get it out.