Time
sure flies, doesn’t it. Especially when routine is the norm.
I
haven’t felt any compulsion to blog since my last post. And I’m thankful for
that. Life’s a lot easier when you aren’t trying to memorize everything so you
can record it later.
But
for what all my readers are really interested in: I have not acted on your
advice, and my relation with Lepidus remains unchanged. Because taking orders
from one faceless stranger is enough for me, thank you very much.
Apart
from my romantic failings, everything’s gotten a lot better these days. We’re
no longer struggling just to stay alive, and Ahriman can’t bully us with
threats of tattling our failures to the higher ups. Because I’ve met the higher
ups, and he’s a way nicer boss than Ahriman.
Even
Sky seems to have caught onto the mood. Lately she’s started going out every
day, instead of hanging around the apartment. I don’t know what she does when
she’s outside, and I don’t’ think I want to know, but she always seems happy
when she comes back. It’s been weeks since she had a violent outburst, which is
a new record. Between us not having to pay for her breaking things, the
increased funding, and the money that the Jacksons seem to magic out of
whatever side jobs they have, we might even be able to buy a new television for
the place.
Think
about that. A big, flat screen TV. Everyone could gather around and watch one
of those plays Lepidus constantly keeps on his Netflix Instant Queue, but in
comfort, instead of trying to huddle around a tiny box like we usually do. We’d
have some popcorn that we could pass along, taking bites in between quoting
lines that we’ve heard so many times. Not having to worry about the people who
died because of us that day, or the people who will die the next. Just a happy
moment where we pretend we’re normal.
It’s
a nice dream. I think I’ll hold onto it for a while.
