Someone asked me today, “Why do you not speak to [person]?” To which I answered. They do not enrich my life in any way. I find them to be a drain on my reserves of patience and energy. By not speaking to them my life is a little bit brighter.
Angry all the time. At least that is the way it seems. Ever since dad died I’ve been angry at everything and everyone, myself included. I can only surmise that it stems from something to do with my dad. Before he died I was less angry, since his death I’m more angry. Am I angry … More Angry all the time.
Ergh! Mbeya is struggling to hold my attention in the midst of all the alts I have started of late. I am warned constantly about the dangers of altitis and I see how those who beat the curse are able to get the best gear and get the best from the Age of Conan end … More Altitis sets in….
I have a moment whilst the resource database is checked to quickly update on where things are with Mbeya, my main the awe-frickin’-some Demonologist. It’s been over a week since my last update on here, and I have spent that week pretty much doing nothing but go to work, play Age of Conan and sleep. … More Mbeya
I want to try to avoid this blog becoming a sad man’s tale, but I feel currently disconnected, disjointed, not part of the world. I’m struggling to take any satisfaction in anything. It’s an odd state of being. It could just be that I am away from my family under a cloud of uncertainty, it … More Everything just kinda feels . . . Shit