Hum. I write. Again.

The seething cauldron of my hate is spilled into something constructive.

Perhaps.

The Dream Eternal.

Now, don't get me wrong. I like Jim. He's a good friend. He really is. And he's an awesome roommate.

But he is the enemy of Planning. He's pretty lawful, it's just ... no plan will hold up around him. I don't know why, and it's part of why I don't bother planning things when I can help it.

Now, we have a weekly tradition of going to the curry buffet down the street for breakfast every Saturday. But today, we are delayed by the loss of a bank card, which is why I have time to blog.

:D

It's not me, it's you.

Yeah. You read it right. It's you. I'm tired of it all. So that's it -- we're through. I'm moving on, and I'm trying to pick up the pieces of my life and put them back together from the mess you left me in. I thought I could make you happy, but all I really did was make us both suffer.

It's better for us, this way.

But I still blame you.

;)

See you 'round?

Ahm.

So. I'm writing again? So fitful. So terribly fitful.

Nyar.

[] (http://pishoque.net/brian/images/rhapsody.jpg)I have this music because I bought an album of 50 songs from the 1920s for background music for my 1920s campaign.

I never actually intentionally listened to it until just now. Huh, that's a pretty good piece of music.