I realized I haven't been posting much lately. I blame that on no one but myself, as I'll be the first to admit that I'm my own worst critic. (Enough 'I's in that sentence?) Midterms for some reason rattled me more than usual. Which has ramifications I don't enjoy contemplating.
Julian has lain in stasis throughout the past two weeks, patiently awaiting his awakening. Not unlike myself. I'm not dreaming lately - at least, not coherently like I have in the past months chronicled with my posts. I miss those stories, and fear their return at the same time. I'm not sure if it's just stress, or something to do with the lengthening days. Maybe something else entirely.
I look forward to awakening Julian again. It's like not seeing a friend for weeks.
Reality and financial development distract me far too much.
