This Is Real Life
Sometimes I like to pretend that I only have partial control over my legs. The person who has most of the control is not a person at all, but a malevolent robot. He doesn’t want me to get hurt, he just wants to laugh. Of course, seeing as how I have that little bit of control, sometimes there’s a conflict. That’s when I end up, say, sliding down a hill on my knees while professors walk by and laugh.
Yeah, this is how I amuse myself. I should probably get a Gameboy or something.