meej

I'm still really on the fence as to how I feel about Cataclysm.

I totally called some upcoming shifts in the lore (who was right about Desolace and Winterspring? me. thanks!), but I couldn't care less about worgen, and also I'm pretty sure that trolls are going to be mad about Kezan. I'm just saying. I have avoided reports from the beta like burning. I don't want to know. I want to find out on my own.

The playstyle shifts may flummox me for a while; I know it took me a while to hink around after TBC launched. (DERPGUARD)

I've been trying to write. It comes out all stunted and unlovely, so I've been gorging myself on good prose, and then getting mad when I can't write like that. Devouring words with hideous envy and admiration is helping, a little, but I still can't unlock what I want to convey, and my inner scenery looks like god damn Waiting for Godot.

I repainted the library, in creamsicle-orange and buttery-yellow. It looks like sunshine sherbet in there. I am wildly happy, even if I did drip some paint in my eye so I've been bespectacled (and bereft of peripheral sharpness).

I'm paging through old notebooks and noting with some surprise that I had some good ideas, once upon a time. Seriously? Wow. What happened?

IT IS TOO HOT FOR RATIONAL DISCOURSE.