And for my part, I’m not sure whether to feel honored, interested, or just plain scared. Its rather difficult to maintain all three feelings at once...

Its amazing and almost frightening, seeing the dozens (hundreds, thousands? Maybe its safer not to estimate...) of figments everyone has casually streaming in and out of their heads. Forgive me for being plaintive, but I wish I could do that. Logically, now that I have the opportunity to, it should be easy, neh? But whenever I loosen my paranoia and let a few of my head’s inhabitants see the light, its never long before it tightens again and I stuff everyone and everything back down into my skull. Besides which, said inhabitants generally don't say or do anything particularly interesting. I remember reading Caron and the logs on The Dark Side of Paris, etc. and wishing I could have been around when they were still in the making. And now I'm too bloody nervous to know what to do. Need to work on that, truly; I'm slightly disgusted with myself on that count.

I think my next entry is going to be another one of the cover-up variety. Till then, I'll undertake the valiant task of revising my IA. Again.

Adieu.