My spacing. It is fucked up. And annoyingthehelloutof me at this rate. But it'slikemybrainhasdecided that random spacing is fun, andican'tfuckingtypenormal. Or at least, I can'tseemtokeepalong string of normal type going.
Urgh. So, let's see,whentheheckwasmylastpost? June7th?
Boy, it's been a whilehuh?
Let'ssee. Well,forstarters, the hallucinations have only gotten worse, althoughI'mgettingbetteratdividingrealityandmyimagination. The cough, surprisingly, hasletupabit. I'm not hacking up as muchofthatickyblack slag, and the coughs are mildlylessviolent.
I met up with Ver and her partner in crime for a few days. It was... Interesting. Shetackledmesohardsheknockedthewindoutof me when she first saw me. And she is a boney individual. It reallyslagginghurt,damnit.
We also learned a lesson. Whenpissedoffatslendersruiningareunionby chilling outside, screaming cursesandinsultsfrominside the only shelter you have? Yeah, that was a very bad idea. VeraandItried it. Vera,Gabe,Adrianandmyself had to then run from our burning shelter.
Yeah, I don'tthinkGabehasquite forgiven me yet. It was raining that night, and it was hard finding someplace else >.>
Anyway, Idohavesomereallyawesome news. After parting ways with Vera and Adrian, we went to [REDACTED
...How long hasitbeen since I've used an emote on here?
Anyway, Echoisanamazingcook. Seriously. And she bakes a lot,andshares,so I have beenaveryhappySam as of late. Jeeze, andtheysaytheway to a GUY'S heart isthroughhisstomach.
In much sadder news, I've lost another good friendwhowaswithmesincethe beggining of EIS. Rest In Peace, Scott. (No, I reallydon'tthinkthatnew blog is him. Sort of like how I think r is a fake.)
This is all so depressing. I guess thingswillneverbe the way they should be again. Really, all of my followers whodied,theydeservedbetter. And I miss them. Especiallytheoneswhowere with me from the beggining.
I thing Gabe is calling me. GuessIhavetostophidingnow. Later, guys.
OHRIGHTWAIT: I forgotthatIpromised Gabe I would mention this. The only reason he doesn't really postonhisbloganymore is because he made it to find me. And now that he's withme,andIpostabouthim, he sees no reason to update A Knight's Tale. To sum it up: He's a lazy aft. Hedoesreadthough, just over my shoulder, soanycomments you have for him, you can add and I'lllethimsee.