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.