Wherein Falcon is thirty-eight and returns to the school.
((Falcon returned late late LATE last night, so late, in fact, that it was not night anymore, rather, about three or four in the morning. Should your character live on campus, they may have been awoken by the roar of a spaceship descending on the parking lot, depositing its passenger and taking off again. After that, he locked himself in his apartment with the hopes that no one would realize he was actually home. This morning (4/10) he sat down and wrote this. That being said, if your character can't hack like a mofo, this entry can be responded to in one of two ways: Give Falcon a call and leave a message, or go bother him at his place of residence. Log format with date/time if you choose the latter, please!))
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So.
I'm thirty-eight years old today.
...I really hate my birthday. I didn't even remember until I woke up this morning. I mean, I knew it was coming, but I guess I just lost track of time while I was away. At least I managed to keep the date quiet. And hopefully I was discreet enough to be left alone today.
If not...well. I'm feeling better than I was, but I can't say I want to entertain. I want to think. I know who I have to talk to, and I...kind of have an idea of what I need to say but a day or two more to myself shouldn't hurt.
Ha, I...for some reason, going out to Port Town again lifted a huge weight off my chest. I don't even know how I ended up there and I was really convinced it was a terrible idea but...no. I needed that. I'm glad I looked her up I missed her more than I realized. I guess I underestimated the value of talking to someone who understands me better than anyone else.
That sounds really dumb now that I write it out. It just seems so obvious in hindsight. I shouldn't have been so reluctant.
There's still time before classes start. I'm going to figure things out.
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So.
I'm thirty-eight years old today.
...I really hate my birthday. I didn't even remember until I woke up this morning. I mean, I knew it was coming, but I guess I just lost track of time while I was away. At least I managed to keep the date quiet. And hopefully I was discreet enough to be left alone today.
If not...well. I'm feeling better than I was, but I can't say I want to entertain. I want to think. I know who I have to talk to, and I...kind of have an idea of what I need to say but a day or two more to myself shouldn't hurt.
Ha, I...for some reason, going out to Port Town again lifted a huge weight off my chest. I don't even know how I ended up there and I was really convinced it was a terrible idea but...no. I needed that. I'm glad I looked her up I missed her more than I realized. I guess I underestimated the value of talking to someone who understands me better than anyone else.
That sounds really dumb now that I write it out. It just seems so obvious in hindsight. I shouldn't have been so reluctant.
There's still time before classes start. I'm going to figure things out.