Not about anyone who still talks to me more than once every six months.

I'm right to freak out when people get tired of playing the games I play.  They disappear, and then really disappear, and there goes something I thought was a friendship, discarded and down the drain because they're tired of the corner of the internet I live in.

So... Adieu. 

I'm sorry for the note I snapped in your journal when I saw you were leaving livejournal for good.  If you look back, and see this, I'm sorry.

And if you don't, I'm sorry, but I'm not.

Better entry than the one before.

Call was satisfyingly terrifying, as always.  It's amazing just how creepy the night is after a game like this.  I just about jumped out my skin passing a car that lingered a little too long at a stop sign, and a jogger (At 1 am?  Is there a FTF I'm missing?) tying her shoe by the road terrified the hell out of me.

The internet is not helping me sleep, it's just upsetting me tonight.  I need to curl up and read a real book, and then get up in a few hours and go to work.  Nngh.