Breaking More Stuff

I ate at some pizza place called "Home Slices." It was alright. A little bit loud, but there were some cute girls there.

I broke a PS2 controller. Got a bit frustrated, and I slammed it on the ground. The level of damage was surprising enough to those watching. They were in shock about how I could destroy something with one move. (I've slammed a controller or two before, but the controller usually survived. Not this time. It practically shattered.) So I put everything away for a few hours. Afterwards, I grabbed another broken controller from years ago and created a 'frankenstein' controller. It works.

Now I'm listening to "Era Vulgaris." Some of the songs are soothing, and that's what I need right now.