I found out that Apokliptica is probably done for.
Fuck, less than a month ago I learned that my village had been killed by a stake to the heart.
I kinda don't want to go to the burn without Apokiliptika. I really don't want to go to the burn w/o Apokiliptika.
I've stayed in five camps. And nothing against the other four--Apok fit! I want to sit in the Kantina and be political officer. I want to find 30 more random, incomplete matrushkas. I want to learn Russian--heck, I just bought some tapes...
Maybe I'll just go to Russia instead.
I can think of three camps that would have me, right off. Actually, four, but the sideshow thing really isn't that interesting to me. I've been the bearded lady for more than 30 years, I want the things that I lost to depression and stein-levenfalls, not more of the fucking sane. And I asked a fifth in my first shock of being homeless.
I'm thinking of starting an eplaya bidding war, just for the fuck of it.
I haven't cried like this since Scott died...
I can't really add to this. Too broken-hearted...
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
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