September 25th, 2001

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I spent the greater portion of Saturday night holding an insanely drunk person semi-aloft and listening sympathetically to cries of "I'm a loser" and "I'm drinking myself to death." It reinstated those yearnings I have from time to time, g33k though they may be, that D&D magic was real.. I think of things like "You are such a cleric!" and I wish in my heart to help people, that I could wiggle my nose and say a few trite words and it would all go away. I wish I could believe in a deity, any deity, something that could justify joining a clergy as a way of life.








When I told my dear gawthic mother about it, her immediate comment was, "What, was he trying to re-enact Leaving Las Vegas?" and I think back to the first 5 minutes we met, when he asked me if I'd ever seen afore-mentioned movie, and when I shook my head no, said I should because it's "really great" or something.
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I'm not sure what it means that when I get angry, I get urges to show this. That when I spend the afternoon choking back tears wrestling with Untold Horrors</spook>, and later come home to the most delightful "what my fucking character did today!" icq's the first impulse I get is to linx0r this as the reply. Somehow I don't think "I'm not happy." is a very good strategy though. And "Your momma wears combat boots" has kinda lost its edge, all things considered.
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