Two totally unrelated points

Firstly, April 1st is the day of reckoning in many such ways for me. I'm gonna be moving back to Texas, but this time I'm flying unaided, without a safety net, and nigh blind. There's no way to put it off any longer, and to do so would be a worse option even if I could, but god damn if I'm not scared absolutely, positively shitless at the thought of possibly ending up homeless. I will make sure Ariana is provided for, if nothing else... absolute worst case scenario, I can do that. But, well, damn. There's so many things that COULD go wrong that the pessimist side of me is positively, absolutely freaking the fuck out and I'd be lying if I didn't say it was downright paralyzing.

So I've been trying to shut down my mind the past few days, and wouldn't you know it, Soul Silver came out yesterday, so I've been working on my game-running team here. ( LOL CUT FOR POKENERDERY )

So yeah. STRESS = BIGGER POKENERD.

EDITED TO ADD
GAHHHHH. WHITNEYYYY. MILTAAAANK. ghwrgvhbd.
( Even more Pokenerdery! )

Short version: FLINCHAX IS THE NEW ROLLOUT