Still Alive

Life continues, broadcasting live from inside my skull. Nothing changes. I'm still jobless. Lost in a sea of laundry. Went to highland games last weekend. Enjoyed self. Saw people who I hadnt seen in a long while. Erik came with, which was very nice and unexpected.
Trying to eat less, eat better. Succeeding at the former, failing miserably at the later. Popcorn and Snackwells cookies do not a ballanced diet make.
Playing lots of WoW. Fallen in love with the game. Found a great group of people at WoWRadio who do web broadcasts about the game. Its fun. My shaman hit 23 today. Shes a happy cow. Hunter is almost 20, and my druid hit 14 today. The characters of each are developing slowly. Strixus, my shaman, is slightly crazy, talks to rocks, plants, and likes undead. Shes very bold, and random, and very unpredictable. Imagine if a cow, a gnome, and a goblin had a child. Thats her. Dolafe on the other hand is a lone hunter, content with her big cat pet as her only companion. She comes into town when she needs to, and all other times lives wild. She is an absolute loner. Rojhana on the other hand is timid, quiet, and prone to being overly shy. Yet when she shapeshifts into bear form, she is a feirce fighter. It almost embarases her how loud and smelly her bear and other animal forms are. They seem to be a good family.
Come visit us on Feathermoon.

And yes, I really am having troubles sleeping lately. Awake too much, asleep too much. Unplug your skull before you say good night...