[originally posted 9/7/2005] He must be made of teflon.... the damn eel keeps slipping in and out without getting the blaster bolt he deserves. Too bad he's damn well close to immortal or I'd finish him myself.
Z. got hit again, she's recovered as always, but I feel guilty. I know she's gotta be able to make her own decisions and such... she dosen't need a keeper, I'm just stretched way too thin. I'm finding I need to meditate more often the more I use my new abilities. Especially the ones that cause violence. Reconciling my connection afterwards is difficult, although the mountains of talus always calm me down. Perhaps I just need to run home at the end of each day instead of trying to reconnect on dantooine.
B. was pleased to hear that Jabba hadn't taken a personal interest in her prospective daughter. I tried to have Colinye tell her to keep her head down but I don't want to tip off that there is that much interest or her value will rise, and she will be unobtainable for the two of them... They are nice folks and deserve to have a little happiness in this war. Of course we all deserve that and we never get it.
(This blog is a fictional journal of a character from the game Star Wars Galaxies. An MMORPG with a strong roleplaying community. Thanks to all the people I play with in the Sunrunner Galaxy. I couldn't tell this story without you.)
Clear Skies, ~Noel
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