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!I9xMOPNn32 10/28/11(Fri)21:49 No.16769070 >Day 12439: Where is it? Where is it? Where is it? Where is it? Where is it? Where is it? Where is it? Where is it?



>Day 13111: Just completed one month straight of pushups. Now on to sit-ups.



>Day 14002: Been thinking a lot about Nerva. No, not about killing him. Something he once told me about how elves don't sleep, they enter a deep meditative state that allows for their mind to decompress. Perhaps I could do this, move my mind into a trance and just let the years role over me.



>Day 14062: Try as I might I can't enter a trance. My mind remains too active, too alert. How I envy the vampires that can sleep away their existence or the lesser deathless that fall into a deep nothingness only to be briefly woken to perform some ritual or bring horror to idiots who poke around in ruins and tombs. Perhaps there is a way others with my condition can sleep through the ages but it must require something that my sparse accommodations lack. Still the experience was not a complete lose. In attempting to enter a trance I have found that I can turn my mind inward upon itself and bring forward stories without having to be constantly aware of exactly where I am.



>Day 15789: I spent the last four days thinking about an imaginary field. It got to the point that it seemed so really that I could almost smell it, almost feel the warmth of the sun. I could have cried if I was still able. This leads me to a rather nasty thought. I became what I am to not only continue my existence but to stave off certain insanity. For the longest time I thought that was true. However, maybe, deathless as I am, insanity may still come to me. Maybe it already has, was already part of me before I changed and is still inside. I shudder to think about the nature of arcane fueled deathless insanity.