I’m in a melancholy. Hearing bad news from other people does that to me. It’s contagious, and it always brings up weird memories and feelings. Ironic, because I was on Cloud Nine earlier because of my story being put into Warren Ellis’ Fast Fiction Friday (even though I wish I’d made the ending better… it was written “fast”, after all).
It’s warm. Maybe even warm enough to warrant closing the windows and turning the AC on, but I’m too tired to get out of bed.
I could use this moment of trying to find things to say to speak about something impersonal, like FFXI. I’ve made it to level 50, and I’m 2/3 of the way through the Genkai to raise my limit to 55. My pimp hat is getting closer, only 10 levels to go.
My grandmother knit me an afghan for my couch. It matches the room.
The leather upholstery in my car is starting to crack, or it’s been cracked for a while and I’m just now noticing it.
Tired, but can’t sleep. Not like that’s a new thing.