locked out.

it feels so strange not to have sat and chatted with my friends at the blog. it feels even more strange to have an internet connection and yet still not be able to write a good night. it feels incomplete.

my friend, i hope this is just my stupid dial-up internet giving me problems, and not what i secretly fear: that the comment pages have just hit their maximum limit, that we are all locked out as a side-effect of your prolonged absence.

and it doesn't escape my notice that just last night i wrote to you that i would keep writing, regardless. coincidence, i'm sure, but coincidence is often an example of the universe's warped little sense of humor, don't you think?

in any case, good night m-sama, good night from outside, good night and sweet dreams all the same.