Ow. Oooow.

That's the last time I try to keep up drink-for-drink with Vila. My head is killing me.

Where is everyone?

Shit. Did I get left behind to "watch the ship" again?

Crud. I'm going to go find some breakfast.

Once again, a certain anniversary passed almost completely unnoticed. Thank god for that.

I wonder where he is, these days? I don't even know if he's still alive.

Time to go eat chocolate and imbibe in an unhealthy amount of booze, I think. That's the closest thing that I have to a tradition...

You would think that, after all these years, I'd have gotten used to the insomnia.

Nope, not yet.

Yeah, yeah, I'm coming way late to the party, but I was reading the archives and this one fell into my head wholesale upon encountering an old cue (the five senses) and I'm not one to ignore that sort of thing. ( A Cut Tag )

I need to go through my things more often. I just found an old portfolio I'd forgotten I had and half of my supplies. Thank heaven for pleasant surprises - unlike that half of an egg sandwich I found jammed behind the fridge, last week. Yuk.

That's this evening taken care of, then. A hot cup of something and my sketchpad...

Alright, I'll talk about it, Vila - but only here. Maybe I'll share this with you, sometime. In fact, I think I'll have to, eventually.

( What did I see in that Dorian guy, anyway? )

My unconscious mind is being far too active.

I had a strange dream, and now I'm abso-bloody-lutely awake in the middle of the night. ( The details )

I've had my heart broken three times. One of these days, I'll have to write about them, I suppose, if only to remind myself of what to avoid next time I get entangled. But, right now, I smell coffee...