Wow, it's been a while
I'm still alive.
That said, I've spent the weekend sobbing. Not because of some great tragedy, but because I've been snorting After Story like an addict and his blow. This is not something I recommend doing: you really have to let each episode digest or you will become an emotional wreck. The animation is generally beautiful, though, and the story is exquisite.
I'm going to be in Houston next weekend. Hopefully, I'll get to see some of you.
I'm losing my mind, living here alone. I mean, I was always a little crazy, but man, coming home to nothing on a regular basis is really getting to me. Work's fine (better than it was back in the spring when I was getting disappointed), but it would be nice to have something that wasn't work or chores. It would be nice to have someone or something to come home to at night.
But alas, that will not happen, and I know it. It can't. I've got too much to atone for, too many people I've hurt--and I don't even know where to begin apologizing for things done 5, 10, 20 years ago. And besides, I have no file system checking clue how to find people. Indeed, it's almost as though I want to be forgotten, and am out to make no lasting impression. I had a panic attack when I began to realize people were noticing me out there in the world.
That said, I've spent the weekend sobbing. Not because of some great tragedy, but because I've been snorting After Story like an addict and his blow. This is not something I recommend doing: you really have to let each episode digest or you will become an emotional wreck. The animation is generally beautiful, though, and the story is exquisite.
I'm going to be in Houston next weekend. Hopefully, I'll get to see some of you.
I'm losing my mind, living here alone. I mean, I was always a little crazy, but man, coming home to nothing on a regular basis is really getting to me. Work's fine (better than it was back in the spring when I was getting disappointed), but it would be nice to have something that wasn't work or chores. It would be nice to have someone or something to come home to at night.
But alas, that will not happen, and I know it. It can't. I've got too much to atone for, too many people I've hurt--and I don't even know where to begin apologizing for things done 5, 10, 20 years ago. And besides, I have no file system checking clue how to find people. Indeed, it's almost as though I want to be forgotten, and am out to make no lasting impression. I had a panic attack when I began to realize people were noticing me out there in the world.