"'sometimes I write my thoughts down
I can never remember who I am
Who I am, where I am, what on earth I'm doing here
What on earth I know"
(Idlewild, "Everyone Says You're So Fragile")
July 6, 2012 R.S.C.
Sometimes I think a fresh start's a good thing. I could write in the journal I had for"four years, in terms of time here" But there's a lot of stuff in there that I read and I cringe about. A lot of people I used to know that I don't know anymore and a lot of painful memories that I don't think remembering will help. So yeah, new journal, new view, new life"
And there's a ton of things I feel like I can do with this. Notes on experiments. Trying to look back on stuff that happened in the past, figure out what went wrong and what went right. Poems, I guess. It should be useful to me. I try to read through the old one and I can't figure out how to use it.
Timesickness has been clearing up, and my memory's getting better. I still have moments where I feel myself skip seconds or where a minute passes without me knowing it, but it's not as often. I feel like I can go out in public, and I have, though sometimes I still feel like a ghost. I've fought in the duels a bit, fought in one of the tournaments for newer duelists, didn't make it past my first fight, but it proved one of the spells I was working on to temporarily move normally on my crippled hip works. Also went to the Beltane Masquerade Ball, watched the happy couples, drank some mead.
Les farfadets run my old store on Rue Des Farfadets now, more or less. They get more money, now, I make less stuff, and it's more about importing and selling than about me making stuff. I do make stuff sometimes, but not all that often, and only when I feel like it. I must've done something right, because I had enough money to buy a small one-story farmhouse on the outskirts of town, and I rent out the land behind my house to farmers who can't afford to buy their own land. Nothing harvested yet, but it's looking good so far, and it should be good for us all.
I've heard people call this time of year the 'dog days of summer," and I'm not sure why, except that maybe it's very hot' Don't know what dogs have to do with that. It's hotter than Sygil or Blackbridge summers, but it's not all bad. The sun feels good, sometimes, when you stand outside and just let it soak into your skin. Plants had the right idea.
Sometimes I think a fresh start's a good thing. I could write in the journal I had for"four years, in terms of time here" But there's a lot of stuff in there that I read and I cringe about. A lot of people I used to know that I don't know anymore and a lot of painful memories that I don't think remembering will help. So yeah, new journal, new view, new life"
And there's a ton of things I feel like I can do with this. Notes on experiments. Trying to look back on stuff that happened in the past, figure out what went wrong and what went right. Poems, I guess. It should be useful to me. I try to read through the old one and I can't figure out how to use it.
Timesickness has been clearing up, and my memory's getting better. I still have moments where I feel myself skip seconds or where a minute passes without me knowing it, but it's not as often. I feel like I can go out in public, and I have, though sometimes I still feel like a ghost. I've fought in the duels a bit, fought in one of the tournaments for newer duelists, didn't make it past my first fight, but it proved one of the spells I was working on to temporarily move normally on my crippled hip works. Also went to the Beltane Masquerade Ball, watched the happy couples, drank some mead.
Les farfadets run my old store on Rue Des Farfadets now, more or less. They get more money, now, I make less stuff, and it's more about importing and selling than about me making stuff. I do make stuff sometimes, but not all that often, and only when I feel like it. I must've done something right, because I had enough money to buy a small one-story farmhouse on the outskirts of town, and I rent out the land behind my house to farmers who can't afford to buy their own land. Nothing harvested yet, but it's looking good so far, and it should be good for us all.
I've heard people call this time of year the 'dog days of summer," and I'm not sure why, except that maybe it's very hot' Don't know what dogs have to do with that. It's hotter than Sygil or Blackbridge summers, but it's not all bad. The sun feels good, sometimes, when you stand outside and just let it soak into your skin. Plants had the right idea.