Ah, music. Glorious, glorious music. Certainly, Succubus Club is no Ludwig Van, but it’s close enough for my purposes. Life would be so much better with a soundtrack, not like Otherland, but an action movie’s repertoire of full songs. Now I just wish others could hear it too.
I need to get a tape recorder. This takes too long, and sometimes I think I put too much thought into things before I write them. It’d be interesting to hear what I did on July 4, too – I need to get that from Jake finally. But in general, maybe some stream-of-consciousness would do me good.
Oh god, the music is so beautiful…
And now for everybody’s favorite question –
What the hell is wrong with me?
Let’s take some time to think about that – more writing when I’m off the train.
In school. More time. Nothing but time.
New Bremen is really starting to get to me – not my problems with it, but those of others. Katty’s OOC problems with the Sabbat, Cait’s problems with the Garou, Reisha’s problems with just about everything she plays… It’s all starting to be too much.
I mean, you’re only supposed to care when it happens to you, right? You’re not supposed to curl up into a little ball and cry because someone else is going through shit IC and OOC. You’re not supposed to let a game bother you this much.
But what’s the alternative?
Real life?
Not talking to Reisha?
Fuck it. I’d rather feel.