Exhausted.

Music: Rise Against, Worth Dying For
11:56PM Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Two journal entries in one day. Or more like twenty-four hour period. Or... a twelve-hour period. Might as well make up for the lack of an entry a couple days ago, I guess, right?

(Inconsequentials.)

It took me three tries to type that cut-word right. It still doesn't look right. God, I'm tired.

So. Mostly I'm writing in here because I just don't have anything else to do except ramble about boring nothings. But who cares? It's not like anyone reads these but me, and maybe Jared and Amanda, when I get home or when I get them computers so they can check themselves.

I'm back at Arcadia. I'm tired of wandering around looking for Dierdra or dead cats. It's not like I've found any sign of either one. It's too late to visit anyone I actually know in town, not that I could visit Konnor tonight, anyway. And I did stop by Delilah's house, but I couldn't get up the courage to actually go knock on the door, not after last night's mess i made of things. I watched her from her neighbor's roof for a while, until I think her dog smelled me. He kept looking towards the windows funny. That's about when I figured it'd be a good idea to leave. At least I didn't fall off, that time.

I met a girl who saw Eric and Theresa on the way home, though. I think I frightened her. She went running off after I asked her if she visited other people's dreams, too. Eric was disappointe, but I wasn't really surprised. More surprising that she didn't flee when I first came into the hotel lobby with her, all towerinf over her and wrapped up like I was.

I did stop *by* Konnor's house, at least. Really briefly. Just to make sure no one was getting hurt, again. Not like I would really know, but.... No one was screaming, at least. I didn't stay long, I just kind of watched for a few minutes from behind another house on the street, and then... came back home.

Back to Arcadia, I mean. Why am I calling Arcadia home? It's not like I'm staying here indefinitely. But I did leave money for another week's stay at the front desk on my way on, so I'm at least staying that long.

I'm almost out of cash. I need to brave an ATM somewhere to get more before dawn. Before tomorrow night. I'm goign to Babylon with Konnor, and since I hardly got a decent meal out of the boy on the skateboard before I got attacked, I'm thinking of maybe trying to buy something. Since Val said they sell it there. I just have no idea what it will cost. Or what Konnor will say.

God, I'm nervous. Not about Konnor, really. Though maybe I should be. Buttahfly emailed me back earlier, and seems like she'll be willing to answer my questions about demons, but I know I won't hear from her until tomorrow. I hope I hear something at least a little encouraging. Really, though, I'm more nervous about going somewhere public, even if it's supernatural-friendly or whatever you might call it. Even before I died, I was nervous about that sort of thing, and being dead and monster-looking isn't helping matters any.

I wish I could go to sleep. But if I did, I'd just wake up around dawn and then be awake all day again. I can't throw off my sleep schedule like that, especially not with Babylon tomorrow night. But I'm not awake enough to work on work, either, and I spent all day playing video games, so.... Maybe I need to go out again. Make that ATM run, let some cats show me their hunting grounds, something. Anything.

I think I've lost my ability to function on two or three horu;s sleep. What happened to the guy who avoided sleep at all costs? And would stay up for days at a time? And then almost never felt rested even when he did sleep?

... oh yeah. He died.