A wash of color covers the dark sky, inked with clouds and adorned with the tipsy breeze. Respawn, my love. I await.
I’ve been gaming, can you tell? I’ve finally installed Windows on my macbook, so I can play games on it now I even made a Steam account! Add me and we’ll rob banks and chew bubbles gums together ( and NUUu, I’m not gonna stab you in the back and loot all of your goodies and run off giggling…please, I’m better than that )I’m so behind with everything, I can’t believe the official Ragnarok (RO)—a MMORPG game—is free now. Lag rage, I do not miss. Also, I got to play Silent Hills’ teaser with Daryl Dixon from the walking dead show, and I’m quite excited for it, but it’s too early to tell if it’ll match it’s original horror gaming. Who knows, maybe pyramid head is gonna be in it too? Meep! I totally just geeked out a whole paragraph there
I’m currently not working right now because we ran out of work, but I’ll be reporting back to work soon I really enjoyed the break, I got to play games and read a whole bunch of books…and most importantly…I got to take cat naps all day. It’s really interesting how I’ve been so inactive with my life, but fully awake in another life. I believe yesterday was the Mid-Autumn Moon Festival? I’ve always been curious with how people celebrated this holiday? I see pictures of moon cakes and lanterns, do people spend all night admiring the moon with others? How does that work? I mean, I spend most of my waking moment at night, so technically, I’ve been celebrating the Moon Festival every night, right? Speaking of cakes, I want cake… strawberry shortcakes… crepes… french toast I’m drooling!
“In reality, every reader, while he is reading, is the reader of his own self. The writer’s work is merely a kind of optical instrument, which he offers to the reader to permit him to discern what, without the book, he would perhaps never have seen in himself. The reader’s recognition in his own self of what the book says is proof of its truth.” – Marcel Proust