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Dear lord, that was a long weekend. I'm sure the insomnia contributed to it seeming longer than it actually was, but it was exhausting, and I'm still exhausted. And I have more time on my hands than I know what to do with.
A lot of you know this already, but I left![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
beyondtherift, the RP I've been playing in and modding for more than two years. I don't feel like talking about the reasons why in public, but almost none of them were anyone's fault, just... what needed to happen. But even when I'm sure I made the right choice for me, it's very, very strange.
That game is two years of my life, and for those two years, the Chicago of the Rift is where my heart lived. It's... back in my chest now, and I don't know what to do with it, where to put it next. I built a lot of my current social circle in the Rift, but it's not like they're going anywhere even when I'm not in the game - I know that, but I still feel a lot more alone than I did a week ago.
I am, at least, going to have to find a new place to put the Doctor before too long. I still want a break and a breather from RP as a whole, but the Doctor's my strongest headvoice and when he gets restless, I do. Considering I can't even get out of the house these days, wanderlust is not a thing I can indulge right now. So finding something new and shiny for the Doctor to poke at is of paramount importance, and... God, I don't even know where to start.
In other news, you can add THE FUCKING WALL to the list of things I have cut my hand on in the past week or so. I don't know how I do these things. I really don't. All I did was stretch and brush my fingers against the wall behind me and suddenly I am bleeding. For those keeping score, other stupid things that have made me bleed recently include Changes (the new Dresden Files book, which I knew was out to get me), and the window (but that window opens like it's trying to whack you in the face and concuss you, so I'm not surprised about that). I am talented like that.
I have another post (or two) that I need to make at some point soon - including some OMG DOCTOR WHO squee that ranges from a little to extremely late - but right now I need to drink my coffee and fucking write something. If I don't do something about my Big Bang soon, I'm going to end up crushed under the weight of all the words I have yet to write.
A lot of you know this already, but I left
beyondtherift, the RP I've been playing in and modding for more than two years. I don't feel like talking about the reasons why in public, but almost none of them were anyone's fault, just... what needed to happen. But even when I'm sure I made the right choice for me, it's very, very strange.That game is two years of my life, and for those two years, the Chicago of the Rift is where my heart lived. It's... back in my chest now, and I don't know what to do with it, where to put it next. I built a lot of my current social circle in the Rift, but it's not like they're going anywhere even when I'm not in the game - I know that, but I still feel a lot more alone than I did a week ago.
I am, at least, going to have to find a new place to put the Doctor before too long. I still want a break and a breather from RP as a whole, but the Doctor's my strongest headvoice and when he gets restless, I do. Considering I can't even get out of the house these days, wanderlust is not a thing I can indulge right now. So finding something new and shiny for the Doctor to poke at is of paramount importance, and... God, I don't even know where to start.
In other news, you can add THE FUCKING WALL to the list of things I have cut my hand on in the past week or so. I don't know how I do these things. I really don't. All I did was stretch and brush my fingers against the wall behind me and suddenly I am bleeding. For those keeping score, other stupid things that have made me bleed recently include Changes (the new Dresden Files book, which I knew was out to get me), and the window (but that window opens like it's trying to whack you in the face and concuss you, so I'm not surprised about that). I am talented like that.
I have another post (or two) that I need to make at some point soon - including some OMG DOCTOR WHO squee that ranges from a little to extremely late - but right now I need to drink my coffee and fucking write something. If I don't do something about my Big Bang soon, I'm going to end up crushed under the weight of all the words I have yet to write.
