Fine. Safe, even.

Hey, all. No, I haven't been attacked again, and I haven't gotten news of any attacks on my friends, or family.

Then again, I haven't heard from any one in Gilroy since I called my family on Christmas.

I really shouldn't be doing this, but I can't stand being alone for this long. DS and I have pretty much run out of things to talk about, except for the occasional critique of my work.

Other than the glorified voice in my head, I have nothing. No one. Just me and a sentient mask I absorbed into my head.

I... I need some contact with others. Even if it's just through my speaking through this blog.

Even if that damnable thing comes back for my blood, I'll be fully willing to take its evil back into my life if it means I can shake this fucking loneliness and stagnancy.

I know I'm being selfish, and I don't give a fuck.

I used to wish for solitude like this. Well, not exactly like this; when I imagined it, I didn't have a voice in my head. Well, now I have the solitude, and I'm ready to give it back to whoever I took it from.

I didn't realize it, but... I need people.

I apologize in advance for anything of terribly length or wordiness that I post on this blog. I only have a being of unknowable age and immense intellect in my mind, a couple dozen novels (read all of them at least twice by now), and a dictionary for company.

I can't say where I am, but I don't have cable. I have power and wifi, and I'm not in Pennsylvania anymore, but I can't watch TV except on Hulu or what little I can find posted on Youtube.

I'm going to switch the blog's time back to Pacific time, just to help me remember what time it is back home.