< /larp >
*sigh*
Tonight was the first night I've dug out my stones in years.
Didn't think I had stoned, did ya? Heh. Had mine enchanted by Mary, Hellenic Witch out in Lancaster PA. Powerful little fuckers. I barely even have to open the damn bag they're in and my ears ring like a phone off the hook. They're starting to diminish in power now, which is expected, but they still do the trick when necessary.
So yeah. I went to Nocrutne and for my first night I had an AWESOME time. Well worth it. However, due to the cold I had to leave. I paralyze in the cold and that's not good. I couldn't function more than 25 feet away from a fire. So I came home.
On my way home though... someone attacked me. In my head. Might have been a few people. Not sure. But I certianly felt it. They just dabbed a bit of poison in there that'd take any negative thought I had and just spread it like the plague. I was suddenly really emo about a lot of things. A lot of things I do have right to be emo about, but I've been mostly over and done with.
So I came home and got out my stones.
Feels a tad better now. Ears are still ringing, which means even though they're back in the bag they're still working.
Still, those roots of sad are there. Missing certian people, certian giggles, generally being lonely. I'll be alright. I could honestly use some good cuddle action at the moment, but I doubt my ability to get my hands on it. Paddington will suffice, as usual. Not a huge deal. But... it is there. It does suck a tad.
...And you know, I never was really into this energy/stones/pagan thing. This is just one of those rare moments where it helps. I felt like I was cut off from the voices of the elements and the spirits on my way home, and now that I am home I feel... significantly better. This is a good thing.
Oh well. Bed for me.
Remind me to write up my NY story that I promised a few entries ago. *nod nod*
Tonight was the first night I've dug out my stones in years.
Didn't think I had stoned, did ya? Heh. Had mine enchanted by Mary, Hellenic Witch out in Lancaster PA. Powerful little fuckers. I barely even have to open the damn bag they're in and my ears ring like a phone off the hook. They're starting to diminish in power now, which is expected, but they still do the trick when necessary.
So yeah. I went to Nocrutne and for my first night I had an AWESOME time. Well worth it. However, due to the cold I had to leave. I paralyze in the cold and that's not good. I couldn't function more than 25 feet away from a fire. So I came home.
On my way home though... someone attacked me. In my head. Might have been a few people. Not sure. But I certianly felt it. They just dabbed a bit of poison in there that'd take any negative thought I had and just spread it like the plague. I was suddenly really emo about a lot of things. A lot of things I do have right to be emo about, but I've been mostly over and done with.
So I came home and got out my stones.
Feels a tad better now. Ears are still ringing, which means even though they're back in the bag they're still working.
Still, those roots of sad are there. Missing certian people, certian giggles, generally being lonely. I'll be alright. I could honestly use some good cuddle action at the moment, but I doubt my ability to get my hands on it. Paddington will suffice, as usual. Not a huge deal. But... it is there. It does suck a tad.
...And you know, I never was really into this energy/stones/pagan thing. This is just one of those rare moments where it helps. I felt like I was cut off from the voices of the elements and the spirits on my way home, and now that I am home I feel... significantly better. This is a good thing.
Oh well. Bed for me.
Remind me to write up my NY story that I promised a few entries ago. *nod nod*