Well, so there is progress, albeit of the slow and subtle kind. I was able to accomplish a lot of tasks today, though I know I should’ve done more. Oh well, there’s still tomorrow.
So here I am waiting for the guild members to arrive. I wait with my headphones on, typing. There’s a glass on the door, and I’m expecting a head or two to pop up and peek if I’m inside. Five minutes before the usual meeting time. What a surprise, they’re usually early.
“…as long as nothing happens between them, the memory is cursed with what hasn’t happened.” [Marguerite Duras, Blue Eyes, Black Hair]