Ugh.

It feels like I've been asleep for months. Geez, for all I know, maybe I have. No, I'm not dead--yeah, I know you wish otherwise, Axel. Too fucking bad. Shove it.

Still in Traverse, but I need to get out of here ASAP. Naminé, if you read this, please get in touch with me.

I switched rooms. It's better this way. Moved all my stuff, not that there was much to move. Just the stuff from my desk. Finally got some rest ( Read more... )

I finally managed to dig up a new interface. I found it in one of the storage rooms, gathering dust. It's not as fancy as my old one, but it works. So yeah, here I am again ( Read more... )

Well. What do I write here, anyway? It's been a while ( Read more... )

ojlm.ml. ./;'

Axel, whatever you're doing in the basement smells really weird. What the hell are you making? I checked for you in the kitchen, but you weren't around. Nobody else is here, though, so it's got to be you. I can smell you down there. I'd come ask if I wasn't afraid you'd make me taste-test it, whatever it is. Ugh ( Read more... )

So I'm back. That's probably one of the weirder forays I've made out into the universe since all of this started, but definitely not bad. Really good, actually. There was a bit of a snag in the middle with some overly nice space mechanics (who I still don't trust. Who the hell fixes your whole ship for free and then instals extra components?) but ( Read more... )

( Filtered to Axel )

I guess I probably should've written about this sooner, since it's such a big deal--I mean, stuff like this is why I have this thing, right? To organize my thoughts. Well. I'm having a lot of thoughts right now ( Read more... )

God damn. I feel like I have the worst hangover of my life ( Read more... )