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You belong in Starship Troopers. Your idea of a
good time is bouncing across an alien
battlefield blasting the foes of humanity into
extinction.


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I hurt. I keep finding more bruises, my right arm is useless for doing anything with, my muscles are tenser and tighter than space age polymers, and I still feel a bit nauseated. I think I hit my head. Damn it.

Left work early because I was utterly miserable. I should have called in and slept it all off. But instead, I carry on because I'm a bit of an idiot sometimes. Pain, what pain? Oh right.

All I want right now is a cigarette.

wizards, or my strange attachment to my character

I've been writing non stop for days, and post sporadic bits. None of it seems to be in order. It's probably a pain this way, but it's mostly there. So it's something.

I don't know what is happening to this story anymore. It never was intended, all these things. I think what ultimately makes him a tragic figure is that he loves them too much and speaks too little. Or perhaps too obliquely. Something.

In this past year, he has learned regret, and it is strange for him to do so.

Writing for him makes me more sad sometimes than anything I've ever put down.