why are you always hiding?

why are you always... mour-ning?

the APB gig wasn't the best concert I'd ever been to, still it was a good time hanging out with friends. as such it was only marred by Kathulu's denial of entrance. =(

swooped inside So What! afterwards with BadCop and Cecilia. not much happening there, 'cept meeting Karianne. Sindre's GF. who also attended the concert. but Sindre stayed home watching the Olympics, and I (along with Cecilia) soon tired.

still, the vorspiel here with me was kinda good. can't go to bed completely enshrouded by dark clouds.

solemnity

today marks the anniversary of our last conversation.

perhaps undeservedly, perhaps unconsciously I just now picked up the Ravenloft book To Sleep With Evil by Andria Hayday again.

still, in some weird way it is fitting. isn't it?

the Mort told me Altie and Sir Matt had gotten married. heh. funny to think about what could have come to pass, had my emotions guided me differently. but anyway I guess I just couldn't measure up to The Quintessential English Gentleman however I tried. best of luck anyhoo.

I scare myself sometimes.

I
I consume.
I consume myself
and everything

would
would create
would be creative,
leave a message.

there is no answer.
foolish counsel
makes me shudder
don't depend on me.