Before I got here, I asked to have the personality of something I was not, and play the part of what I was not. I got my wish. Now I'm too old fer dis shoite.
Oh well. Not too much longer, eh?
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Nothing is as it was. It's disorienting some times. Sommer weather in February? Summer weather in the Northeast in March? War on cash? Mini-revolutions here and there to pull the rug out from the evil status quo? I like THAT!
Walking on the edge. Edge of what? Crossing more Gates. One in less than a month and a half, allegedly. But what's on the other side of that Gate?
What dreams may come?
Kadath, I miss you!
