December 17th, 2001

Porcupine

Temporarily sappy

I am about to move my e-mail to the other machine, and went through old mails to delete stuff I'll never miss. And there I found - but did not delete - her mails. I was surprised to see there were so many of them; I had imagined there were only a few. It sure seems to be a vast stretch of time between each.

At some point I made the mistake of whispering her name, and suddenly my eyes were full of tears. I wish I could go play Dark Age of Camelot now, and forget this world again. But it's sleepy time, and this won't exactly help.

I must be really tired, to feel so human.
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