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It is raining very hard outside; I can see it in constant streaks past the street light outside my window. It has rained a lot lately, but only in sort of half-hearted drizzle. I'm glad the clouds have decided to get serious. It sounds very peaceful outside, with the rain falling. Even the cars going by sound less hurried, the wet roads softening their approach down the hill.

I just spok with my friend Sophie tonight, and now I want to go to England and prance with her about in the middle of nowhere Yorkshire. I think that would be quite fun. As it is, I will get to see other long lost friends soon, nowhere as far away as Yorkshire, and I am looking forwardto seeing these friends.

I am writing tonight because I feel like it, because I need to write. It's funny how I avoid it sometimes. I love writing, I'm sure you all know that, all three of you that access this site. But writing takes work, and I have much of the undisciplined lazy coward in me. It's often easier to sit down and play a game or cruise the net or stare at the wall and talk to myself than to actually sit down and work with some prose to make it coherent, or at least incoherent in an interesting way. I suppose I could say I work with poetry the same way, though I haven't really written a poem in months. Actually, come to think of it, I have come up with some songs, but none I've really worked on seriously. I think right now I'd like to stick to my stories and essays.

One story I'm working on is about a girl named Andi, who is a folkie gamer girl like me, who is a set-builder unlike me, who drives a giant black pickup truck named the Ogre (loosely based on my friend Carolyn's Beast, may the Beast rest in peace), also unlike me. Andi, out of job and apartment, goes on a road trip and picks up a hitchhiker named Cain and takes him to Pittsburgh. Cain, I think, is visiting his sister, but I'm not sure yet. I'm not sure all that Andi does either, except pause to tell a blonde in Starbucks that she thinks she's beautiful, before turning bright red and rapidly exiting said Starbucks, even leaving her beloved coffee behind.I'm liking writing this, although I have the (perpetual) problem of not knowing how I want the story to end. If you come up with any ideas as to what you'd like to see Andi accomplish, PLEASE let me know.

Andi was originally a World of Darkness character, a troll-blooded human who wears her heart on her sleeve (in the Dreaming, literally). This story isn't World of Darkness, although I have sketched out a rough dream motif through the story. Not that what happens to her is a dream, but that... it's something she thinks about a lot, I guess. More that she daydreams a lot, but even that really doesn't describe it either. I don't know. I'll just have to write it and let somebody else figure it out.

Other stuff on my mind has included my persistent Tenchi Muyo obsession, which is not as intense as it used to be but still pretty bad, and an accompanying Kiyone/Mihoshi fantasy, which I suppose is rather silly, but it at least amuses me. Speaking of anime, I have the Dual Parallell Trouble Adventure theme song going through my head, probably because I just downloaded the MP3 of it. I try not to download MP3s, but I don't think there's any official recording of this song anyway, so it's not like I could go out and buy it.

I am also running a Mage game and nervous about it, as I haven't STd in ages, but I think it'll be okay. I'm also trying this thing called recreational reading, which is sort of like the reading I do for classes except I pick the reading material all by myself, and I don't have to research anything about it if I don't want to.

If you're still reading this, I don't know why, 'cause it's just kind of random, but thank you for staying tuned. I hope to do a major website overhaul soon once I get myself in the mood for it so keep your eyes open. In the meantime, send me your thoughts on your own existence (or mine, I suppose), hug somebody, laugh at yourself, and tell a fictional blonde she's beautiful. I'll see you next week, same bat-time, same bat-channel.


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