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Jan. 15th, 2006 10:08 pmI changed the oil in my car yesterday. I don't know why, but the ability to change the oil in my car makes me feel smart. And accomplished. I don't even mind getting grease all over my hands.
The bat story still doesn't have a title, although I'm playing with "Echo of Power." It isn't *quite* right. It is nearing the end, I think. But I daren't say for sure, because last time I thought it was nearing the end it gave me a huge, whopping, additional story arc. Not that I minded. I am head over heels in love with this story, and it can take me wherever it pleases, and I won't mind. It can last forever, and I can waste away to a pale nothingness, but I shall be the happiest pale nothingness in existence. It has me in its thrall (such a lovely word, "thrall").
The bat story still doesn't have a title, although I'm playing with "Echo of Power." It isn't *quite* right. It is nearing the end, I think. But I daren't say for sure, because last time I thought it was nearing the end it gave me a huge, whopping, additional story arc. Not that I minded. I am head over heels in love with this story, and it can take me wherever it pleases, and I won't mind. It can last forever, and I can waste away to a pale nothingness, but I shall be the happiest pale nothingness in existence. It has me in its thrall (such a lovely word, "thrall").