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Previous - this entry written on September 15, 2003 at 8:38 pm - Next Funny, this. I'm fully-clothed, sitting at the keyboard, typing to a world that doesn't exist according to some people. It's got no defined boundries. No set laws. No limits, really, other than imagination. I'm typing with a Kadin (just back from his shower) peering over my shoulder occasionally. I'm writing descriptions, pouring out words, and there are a million and more people who would insist that it's a waste of time. Who cares? Who really needs to know? I care. I know. Really, that IS all that matters. Kadin's sitting down to play Thousand Arms. He's very sore. Oh, and I just discovered something evil: I'd gotten a bag of skittles and saved the greens and purples for today. I just noticed Ryan ate them. He ATE them. *twitch* The phone is ringing. There's more gin in the Green bottle. I'm a bit hungry, definitely kinda tired. Worn out. Happy. Caleb just called... so today I will have talked to all three of my boys once Ryan gets home (I was pretty out-of-it when he got up). I'm hoping that somehow we four can afford one more dinner out somewhere, go and have one more just-us time. I'm hoping and hoping and hoping some more that I won't break down crying until tomorrow. I miss him already; I miss Caleb and have since he left; I miss Ryan even though he's only a few blocks away. I want tonight to last forever. I know. Greedy. Too bad. This week was/is one of the best I've had in a long time. "...too bad dark languages rarely survive..."
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