Today, to plain sight, I accomplished nothing.

I role-played all day. All glorious, imaginative day. You can't understand it unless you do it. It was like living free. Like flying. (And every time the damn make-shift connection I'm forced to use due to the IT staff's incompetence went down, it was like being yanked back to earth. It made me scream like a harpy.)

It really is the crack cocaine of writing. It's the immediate hit. The fast and sure thing. Like caffeine straight into the vein. I'm still popping.

The RP logs section has been redesigned and updated, if you care.