Saturday, September 25, 2004

I'm so tired. Really really. I've made another RPG, advertised like crazy, and now am loitering and poking around various places. As for this RPG, it's called Amaranthine, and my first in a very long time. I used to make them more frequently, until I realized I was a crappy owner and lacked the resolve to try and revive my games once they'd died. Maybe this'll be different. Maybe it won't. But I'm hopeful.

Ho hum. I don't think Michael goes to Rancho anymore. At least, I haven't seen him at all, and usually I would have. And 'seen him' means visually. You know, laid eyes upon. Not spoken to. I don't usually go up to people and speak to them. Especially people like him. I can't tell my story about him right now. Actually, I don't think I ever want to tell it, because someone it's embarassing and compels people to say stupid things. And I can't stand that. I'll just have to wait until the directory comes out, or until someone that might know makes some sort of comment about him.

It's really weird, how nobody has said anything to me, how nobody talks about him. It's like he never existed. It's like the collective of him and I never existed. It's like I freaking dreamt it all.

It's bizarre. I can't stop thinking about it.

Ashlyn @ 11:06 PM