01 February 2014
I am tired. My days are so repeatable. Wake up, check mails, coffee, dreamweaver on, work for ages, sleep. No time for Mists, no time for zerg, no time for KLM or Gab.
Evenings are quiet. No voices in my head. They are there fighting and I am here working. Again. I siege Hills only in my dreams.
I miss their laughter.
We chatted. Not much, but I love his sense of humor. Quite like a gentle magic that removes my weariness.