kingtycoon | (no subject)

It's all just gotten too much. What exactly - I can't point to. And I'm not especially busy - except, you know, with self-appointed projects. I'm knee deep in campaign planning now - that's always a reward, and I'm perpetually working on this project - I don't know - I think it's kind of ambitious - magic spells and like, crafts - for the Plainswoman. Something personal and ephemeral, not to be documented. But! I'll be happier looking back on this entry, years and years from now, to know that that was occupying me, and that's also the reason I was behind.

oh, and a book - I got one of those to work on. Tests and skill training, shoot, work - I got that all day long and it's getting frustrating. Thwartedness and frustration - those are the feelings just now, maybe - not frustration, but I can sense that there's some antagonism in the world, some animosity somewhere building up against me - does that sound weird? I can tell. Curses don't work on me fools. Cause they don't work - not really. At least not how you think.

But yes, there's a thinness to things and a weariness that sits heavy on my back. Today it was bright and almost beautiful, so I walked a goodly way home up through the backstreets of Little Italy - which is a comfort regardless of whether it's just a tourist trap - it's still an old-timey neighborhood and I could stand a bit of old-timey now. A cheap bar to linger in after work instead of hiding home in the dark all money-free and anxious.